I dream of flying, eyes-open visions

daytime fantasies of fragile freedom;

dream of soaring in the cerulean skies

surrounded by sparkling sapphire 

assured ecstasy in the azure heavens.

I mindfully manufacture the means 

-an audacious escape from the mundane,

feathered and honeyed I form them

a fashion to fly, letting them dry 

beneath the summer sun of pure passion.

excited I try on my home-made array

I feel the fresh breeze on my face

as I lift my new wings daring Fate

look longingly at the curled clouds,

hear the sensuous sun's siren song.

like Icarus I ascend, free now, flying 

from the imprisonment of the solitary life;

a lone love silhouette in a sky of desire,

closer and closer to the sun I escalade

toward it's wondrous warmth I wander.

the fire on my face, my wings, my heart

discarding danger I approach in exhileration

smouldering, dissolving, disintegrating

as the sun's sultry glance transposes,

at once a golden glare I dare not look upon.

the honeyed sweetness that holds me 

up against the sky begins to melt,

my feathers diffuse, scatter with the wind,

my butterfly heart plummets and I plunge

into the sea of idunnian delusions.

on the bottom of the ocean

I hold his hand in the dark

cherish our shared failure

whisper into the wetness

almost, icarus, almost

30Jun09