Icarus flew too close to the sun.
A short mistake and he was done.

I flew too close to myself.
And fell like a book from a shelf.

The page that opened showed the stupid boy,
in his last moment of blinding joy.

Within me it is dark,
Only sometimes there´s a spark.

From someone flying with me,
Over an endless sea.

I wish I could have met him,
felt his sunburned skin.

Maybe then, I would have known,
That I am not alone,

When writing of the pain I dealt,
And all the hurt I felt.

Icarus like a foolish dove,
Knows how it is to love.

The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure

Feeling the warm breeze in the air
Laying on the grass and looking above
Seeing her smile at me
Seeing her melting the snow
Seeing her breaking the flow
Between me and my thoughts
Leaving some kiss spots
And all I can do is staring at her
Staring at Miss Sunshine smiling at me

be strong as a supernova they say,
glow bright,
excel through the endless night,
yet, even stars, in their final hour,
fade into murk, losing their radiancy.
replaced by the suns power.

The moon, joined first,
With her long flowing hair,
Looks fondly upon her friend.
She strokes her hand, once, with care,
Reassures her with gentle words;
"To defy you? No one would dare."

The girl whom she comforts,
The heart which she tends,
Soul strengthened with courage and fight.
Across stars, universes, reaches to all ends,
Calls on her family, her comrades,
Her allies and friends.

They answer at once,
Some come quick, some come not,
But the she can gather enough.
Some tensions runs high, relationships taught,
Heartbreak, betrayal, loving and trust,
Scars won from the battles they've fought.

An army of stars, led in by their mother,
A figure so gentle but chiding.
She's clumsy, she stumbles,
But steps up and brings good tidings.
Smile shines, so bright,
That it's blinding.

In this arid tang of human sea, I’m quite desperate to find my smell, since I was never alone in my whole life and I could never capture a quieter darker corner of mine to unveil the gasket of mind and perceive it. On the contrary, I am behind others always as much as they are behind me and eventually there is never a personal space for me to reconsider myself and my needs. Once the reflection of the inner cave arose in me, I was closing to the second half of my heavenly life and was thoroughly enthralled by the way it goes, but suddenly I became desperate to find the golden lock of my cave to wander alone and be blissfully myself.

Rising splendid sun
In my inner darker cave,
Reshaping of soul

The icy river glides away,
In it, scattered, glints the sun,
Trickling out of a mountain,
Enveloping it all in a piercing yellow.

Yet it is serene;
No birds or music,
Just a glazing chill
Tickled by golden heat.

A time ago it was stronger,
Warmth filled the rushing river as if it were a spring,
Overwhelming yet not boiled nor burned,
A perfect, sleepy, tender mist.

But then, it decayed,
First mild, then to an acrid, consuming, cold,
Through which no ray could cut, until
The glimmering sun distracted the frosty river into serenity.

Now, perhaps, as the sun is eaten by the riviera,
As it stretches in passionate, auburn glory over the winding body,
The glistening surface might trick the unmelted ice.
But that's all, nothing changed. For this sun, it's time for goodbye.

This night, as glimmering fades to twinkling,
The river does not sleep. There's hope that
The chill will fade, feeling will return.
And as a new glow sprays the sky,
The icy surface shines as he weeps.