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ICARUS

My wings lift me to glory,

Escape from prison vast,

Father said, ‘Fly not high!’

Sun’s heat – the wings won’t last;

I soar up to heaven,

My thrill at being free,

Father’s words now escape,

My mind enraptured, see!

Up to that golden orb,

Giver of life to all,

I lift – I fly onward,

Oblivious to call;

At first I do not feel,

The fading warmth on me,

But then I hear a crack,

My wing’s wax I do see;

It is not warm at all,

The sun is cold up here,

Father – it is all wrong,

No heat, but cold to fear!

I look below my height,

See father way below,

He can not hear me now,

No chance that he will know;

My wings are breaking off,

I know my time has passed,

When father, you live on,

Know that my die was cast;

To soar and seek with gods,

My dream and father’s too,

Was but mere stroke of luck,

Up here in heaven’s blue.

PTR November 19, 2010