It would be when the air would feel like silk or like the hues were almost brighter. It was when the hills felt lower and the low felt lighter. In the speckles of day when I would sing to the tune of another’s brass, Somehow my daydreams would still hold a conversation with you. You’d saunter in with kindness and class; The kind of attitude that sometimes I wish I had. Your tone and diction were hard to imagine, They lacked the luster and the passion. They were all the corridors to every phrase. They were all the oddities I wanted to praise. I can feel the wax melt from my wings with just the thought of knowing you in abundance. You are a Sun to my sand with a depth I should never learn. You’re a distance that feels relaxed and at a level I could never convince. At your hand would I bloom into my hyacinth petals or would my roots begin to rot? Would I compliment your warmth by offering a place to rest or would my minerals begin to harden into a glass for my next cathedral? It’s necessity the keeps the unknown locked in a mental maze that which I have mending to wrought. Still, my stargazing will end when I fall. Those feathers left to remind me of how little about you I’ve ever actually known; And yet how bittersweet to imagine having ever flown.
Dreams of an Icarus, yet I don’t know which of us he is.
someplace else, icarus has taken one look at the sun and recoils like a banished angel. lo, the cheerless shadows befogging. lo, the waxen wings he clipped — swallowed by solid ground. lo, the skies melt above the sea, in horror, as he falls in place over his bones and sinks into his sunless chest.
of course I’m angry of course I’m sad of course I’m broken of course I’m mad of course I’m happy I’m filled with light I’m not one to look for a fight I need not look far, you see, the fight is between me and me It’s a tiny typhoon, with the weight of the moon, It drags me down to the sea - with no light I try and try with all my might for years I struggle for years I fail to protect myself I build my own jail I am my own warden I am my own bars but you see the freedom of my painted scenery the walls of my cell - mirrors to reality if the mirror is broken well, seven years bad luck but at this point I don’t think I give a **** so please let me rest so please give me peace I’m ready for that one final test but if today’s not my day to meet my Lord and Savior I have faith that He awaits to see what I endeavour to see if I struggle to see if I care to see if I fight to see if I dare I dare to dream I dare to try I dare to soar I dare to fly so from the sea I’ll breach my wings and track Icarus’ fall from the Kings for where he fell, so too shall I fly, to the moon and back - so dare shall I
His eyes were headlights at midnight The unexpected dawning of a new world Snatched away as suddenly as it came Leaving in its wake, The blinding stare of blue-black patches Staining the asphalt like spilled paint. Oh, my dear, You flew, too fast, too high, the reckless wantonness of youth grasping through your wings, The way her hands once ran through your hair, what do you have left But the drag of gravity, The silver blade of the scream Just before The fall.
On the overpass a man throws his arms up In crucifixion grace His expression is wandering between Elation and desecration Face ****** to the late afternoon sun Belly pressed to the rail like the bow of a ship
My stomach curdling I pass beneath him Panicked, I check the rear view for swerving cars and relieved, find none. At home the 911 call list shows nothing On that stretch of road.
I hope he was only greeting the autumn An icarus whose wings Never melted.
If insanity is truly a blissful ignorance, then take my mind so my heart can be free, set it on fire and gift the ashes to the wind. If I shall burn, then I burn like Icarus, euphorically and foolishly in love.
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