A Stanza About a White Lily

Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever! An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever! Let us talk... let us walk together with the common goal of peace Although freedom of oppressed land is a myth of forgotten bliss. Should I tell you about those toiling hands of a craftsman, a magical scene? Though I know, art is intricate and misunderstood, perception seems obscene Or, should I tell you about the tremendous tale of a boy, simple, brown tone? Life, there, thriving in colors with all mystic shades, yet, a very unnoticed one. Pleading to thee, through the silhouette of thy shadowy faith, in turmoil and pain When will I see the immaculate beauty of that bright horizon, or, will I, ever again? Omen of a disaster chills me to the bone. Why life so vague, so much out of scope? Ruins of a shattered glory are everywhere. Yet, you aspire to hold the eternal hope? If I carry a burden inside, would you be kind enough to terminate the painful load? A dilemma in a critic's hand, be a rather kind soul to erase the suffering and discord. My friend, a soothing ray of eyes, an exact cause to rise against all the odds, then and now Let me wipe my tears, lost the reason to shed so much, let me reach the spirit to fight for thou. Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever! An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever! Scattered stories of us, like distant islands lying on a vast ocean, in deep blue. Poetic verses with unfathomable beauty wander there in mysticism, without a clue You may portray a rare glimpse of an undivided sky, a mirage on a tranquil, blue lake You may recall a long-forgotten heart for the wishful heartbeat. One, for the other's sake. Patience, an utter nuisance in the palette, could be the only remedy for a stain And, after all, life could be a stanza about a white lily, a rare gift through all pain!