About a specific woman who can complete impossible tasks despite what society tells her. |
She stands radiant with eloquence Bathed in the magnificence of the sun Rays intertwined through her golden locks A beaming braid tardily becoming undone Her arms erect towards the cosmos Upon the tips of her toes she stretches With each muscle that marginally tenses Closer becomes the target she fetches Delicate palms eagerly chase their mark Each extension of her fingers Vigorously attempts to graze the star Until within those gentle palms it lingers The others pass by and watch inquisitively “What is it that she is doing One would die before such an impossible task Perhaps is it death that she is pursuing” Such taunts but make her lips smile Never do her sapphires attempt to glint For in those gems is only devotion Illumination answered by a gradual squint For she also knows of noble Icarus And Daedalus's invention of wax and strings That impish grin tells the skeptics That her goal does not require wings Or the tales of enchanting Dido Queen of Carthage and its shire The heavens will not set her ablaze Such brilliance does not form from fire So reach beyond the stratosphere Further then the humming moon Past the planet of our messenger Sustain singing your ravishing tune Cleave through the minds of the rationalists Breach the flares of what is inconceivable Never doubt nor hesitate on your path By your dedicated will all is achievable Come at night with the disbelievers away When the stars come play but the light is undone Know she still grasps for her dream's cache The woman who ventures to touch the sun |