Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Icaré

Icaré

I don’t know what I don’t know,
the sun rides at me now
on this eternal day

I feel hot wax
between body and spirit
burning life away

I can’t know what I ask
for to understand
an answer

My wings are burning
I tumble through sky
to pain

I know my wings
touched a heart
as theirs touched mine

My feathers do not drift
like leaves but fall
like stones

I hear my father’s voice,
his gentle guidance
as I fall from grace




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