i am not icarus, but your heart beams brighter than the sun and if i could construct wings made of wax to reach the heat of your heart once more i'd do it before that anxious little ***** could even strike a beat if only you would just allow me to melt all over again in the rays of your sunlight
i used to listen to you speak of icarus your eyes would widen with fascination and fire as the myth reemerged in your memory you spoke to me with every syllable so delicately selected and i would listen to you awestruck by the way you taught me your historic tales you made time stop while letting me experience what felt like an eternity of bliss in your sunlight you crafted your word with your heart and used your voice as it's vessel and i would sit there dumbfounded so pleasantly paralyzed by the pure passion behind every single breath that you spoke to me softly each and every last one of those nights we shared your sunlight never failed to shine no matter how dark the settings of your stories were but i remember the feeling in my gut that day the day i truly understood your passion for that one tale i'd still beg to hear you tell to me once more it was the day you told me i flew too close to the sun for your comfort but when i soared through our sky i melted so effortlessly into your sunset but you believed my wings were too close to your flames so as i basked in the rays of your sunlight you to pushed me away from them so that i'd fall and crash into the ocean right below me your attempts to cool off the burns that never were you were petrified i'd be scolded but now i've been swallowed by a sea of sorrow and the lonely stars of the night sky so frigidly cold without your hearts heat to keep me warm i know you wanted to save me from bearing the fate of icarus but the only thing that's burning is the hate that i hold now for this rendition and how i feel i'm farther from the sun than the day i first dreamt to reach it
if our odyssey ends here, know that this was not the tale of icarus reborn but a young demise to the legend of eli and grey
four things to know he's in love with you. 1.) he looks at you as if you're the sun. 2.) he will follow you anywhere. 3.) he will love you too much to let go. 4.) he will want you to be the last thing he see's before he goes to sleep
four things to know he's in love with you. 1.) he looks at you as if you're the sun- you're the centre of his universe and oh so beautiful. 2.) he will follow you everywhere- you wished he would stay away just this once 3.) he will love you too much to let go- you don't want him to let go. 4.) he will want you to the last thing he sees- you will be, before the water lulls him to sleep
"Icarus," I breathe through my dreams of flying free. The naïveté of the youngling I desired to be was a warning sign to all that watched his descent. It was not his disobedience that led to this -- to his body buffeted in the merciless winds and swept up by the sea -- but being blinded by boundless beauty through his kaleidoscope vision. What more could one wish for than the all-encompassing euphoria of weaving through the sun-soaked clouds, of learning the meaning of freedom as you reach up to brush your fingers against the sun? What more could one know than wanting something so desperately that every shiny red sign is just one more bauble for your collection as you struggle to escape the empty abyss engulfing you from within, as you let the feeling of bliss envelope you for one heavenly moment, as everyone screams in tinny voices that you should listen -- listen! -- but at least you got this one second, this one heartbeat of a moment, to finally let the chains fall from your bloodied wrists and spread your newfound wings for all to see, for you to see, for once, for nobody but yourself before tumbling to the beat of gravity's forlorn yet never-ending song. And maybe he regretted it and maybe I will too but as I press my palm against the echo of the sunlit expanse reverberating in someone else's memory, one word slips from my parted lips: "Icarus."
4/19/2021 Inspired by the line "even Icarus got to fly" from Matthew Charles Shade's poem "Icarus."
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways From the sweet laughter dribbling down your lips, To your gentle eyes fluttering at dawn From the way you gracefully pounce across the sea rocks Gathering and sorting rounded glass—milky in color The way the afternoon sun turns your hair to gold Your eyes to deep, evergreen forests Your limbs, like Icarus’ wings Glowing, fragile,—temporary My love knots tightly for thee, unslipping However, With every yearning glance, I worry you will wash away Like the piles of creamy glass you once collected Returning home to the ocean and her waves Leaving me unmoving upon the shore —gazing
sometimes, i wish i’m icarus, soaring to impossible aspirations, crossing undefined boundaries, spreading out my homemade wings, consumed in the thoughts of kissing the sky, risking everything just to test unwritten limits, to see just how close i could possibly get before plummeting back to the ground.