Icarus, fly higher, with your new formed wings!
Your wax will hold, as fortune on you smiles.
Fly higher Icarus, and reach for shining things
For he who dares traverses many miles.
Ah, Icarus, how high you fly, young man!
Your glistening wings soar higher in the light.
They take you far above the rolling land
‘Til you are stolen from our waning sight.
For when on wings you dare to touch the stars
The world is but a sphere to gaze upon.
And take no thought for anything that marrs
Your quest to conquer flight and reach the sun.
What’s this? A fearsome sight my eyes behold!
A figure plunging earthward with no sound!
My heart is frozen in my chest, so cold
To see you fall as lightning to the ground!
Steve Wheeler © 13 July, 2021
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