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Jan 2017 · 335
The Return
K Heuston Jan 2017
It was morning when it found her
Defeated
Stone cold
Lonely with little hope
And no light to show

But quietly and patiently
Silently and lovingly
Triumphantly and eagerly
Spring gently woke her

She was greeted with gold
New warmth held her close
and whispered to her

You lived!
You survived!
Her time had finally come to arise
To step forward

For the white snow had melted
The bitterness surrendered
The numbness was killed
Her doom and darkness were gone
The winter was over

Her trees blossomed to life
Their leaves kissing the branches
Her flowers bloomed in bright colors
Their petals sweet smelling
Their faces stretching up to the sky  

Her woodland creatures waited
For their story to unfold
It had been told before
That the sun girl would come home


So she arose in all glory
and walked slowly into the light
Its brightness was blissful
Its promise a fulfilling sight

Her heart began its pulse
Her lips turned to a curl
She threw her arms up into the air
In a canter she began her flight


She had known before
That she would be reborn
and the universe was happy
Because the Sun Girl returned
Jan 2017 · 780
Daughter of Icarus
K Heuston Jan 2017
She burns and drinks it in
She soaks up the sun with her skin
It kisses her hair
Changes her colors
Keeps her warm


Engulfed in a blanket of comfort
She closes her eyes
She is a goddess
A sunrise

Misunderstood
Soft Spoken
A wild ******* the run
She flees through the forest
With the heart of a lioness
She has a temptation for danger
An ache to fly away
Taste for a poisonous thrill  

The speed quickens everyday
Soon she'll lift up to the sky
She'll soar high with eager hungry eyes




Her heartbeat canters
She's certain of what she wants
But she must put on armor
A goddess must always guard her heart
Her heart is what carries her soul
And her soul carries his wings
She is the daughter of Icarus
Lover of Apollo
She'll take flight to the sun

When the cold comes she'll die
What is done must be done
No one dares to watch her fly
For she might find Elysium

Yet a goddess knows her place in the sky
She'll never be a victim of her father's lie.

— The End —