Icarus Flew

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.

He soared on the wings of passion

held aloft by the warmth of the sun.

How he must have felt to be

high above all other men, knowing

that he had something they would not.

…perhaps it was something they could not.

I would have liked to have seen him climbing,

steadily ascending above the clouds

if only to get closer to his daystar dream.

I wonder though, what if he didn’t fall,

but instead merely slowed for too long?

In the end, anything worth doing,

is worth doing foolishly and being

brave and wanton is revelry.

Suppose the sun was so intense, so alluring,

that Icarus simply stopped flying in order

to renounce the wind and embrace its rays.

If that’s true, or something near,

and he had found something worth falling

for, then he wasn’t foolish, nor full of fear

as he plunged. He wouldn’t have stopped smiling

once he’d found that new love worth falling for.

I believe Icarus was not falling as he fell.

He merely came to the end of his triumph