Superman And The Sun - Poem by Charles Tomar
Superman flew, up to the blue
Up. Up, he soared. Up, up he roared
His speed grew, his strength too
Up, up he soared. Up, up he roared
He felt the sun, and power won
Could he hold it, would it fit?
He was holding the sun! What fun!
His face was lit, he’d never quit
But the sun began to turn, to burn
It morphed into night, into kryptonite
He felt it churn, he felt it burn
Would he be alright, could he find a saving light?
He was fading fast, he feared at last
That he would no longer fly, but die
His strength so vast, surpassed?
He thought “let go and fly, hold on and die”
But he couldn’t let go, a voice said no
He really tries but can’t fight cries
He cries out in woe, it hurts so!
Through space he flies, until he dies
An alarm rings, a bird sings
Superman does rise, and open his eyes
What joy it brings, he almost sings
He almost flies he almost cries
IT WOULD SEEM IT WAS JUST DREAM
His smile beams, his teeth gleam
No need to heal, it wasn’t real
Or was it, Or is it?
Do you know?
A quote from poe:
“Wouldn’t it seem, that life itself is a dream within a dream? ”
What we feel, is real
He felt the pain as he feels the rain
He holds on tight, to the kryptonite
Because he knows with pride what he has on the other side
He holds on with the strength of ten, hoping to see the sun again
He tumbles into the night, forever bearing his kryptonite
The sun and superman a team – living the dream within a dream….
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