Icarus flew,
too close to the sun.
Free from the chains,
that shackled him to the ground.
Then the wax melted off, and
the feathers fell.
One by one....like snow on a clear day.
And oddly enough, when he fell;
he looked up at the sky,
Helios blazing down upon him;
as if.... determined to make him fall,
but also to commend him.
Praise his free spirit.
He reached out his hands,
towards the sun.
As if to touch that ball of light.
But Icarus was falling......to the sea.
The vast sky spread above him,
how light his heart felt.
And as he fell..... Icarus smiled.