Lilies of the Sun
Every dawn, to dream
the world is somehow re-created.
The impossible, under the orange.
With fighting rays protruding
out of the sun, (the heaped unbeatable).
(Foe of the night ash).
Turning into, (all horizons) far
Bear yourself to the unbearably high branches-
letting the ponds cry in sorrow
wearing your warm diamond cloak
causing it to magnify it’s intention
Yet, of virgin white lilies,
If your nature;
to reach toward the orange
then reach with all you have
for hours lilies, your imagination
brightens everywhere
calling us all to join
Lifting your burden somewhat
All the while
The blade and shoe
that is heavier than lead-
ever present, eclipses your attempts
to keep on trudging-
Oh Lilies,
Grow, in your splendor
Turn on spiral muscle worn thin
as you pry the sky downward
Expressing your efforts
Allowing for me, time to stand
a necessary task
If I am to continue
To expand my workfist
Wide open into the day
*****Winner of first place award******
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Inspired by: The Impossible Dream by Joe Darion
Written exclusively for Michele Nold-Godleske Contest
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