by Allison Lee
Steer away from the water
Stay away from the heat
Icarus heard his father’s voice
As the pair escaped from Crete
The boy glided in the air
Gaze affixed on the golden
What once seemed impossible
Was now so close, so sudden
And so the wings they beat
They carried him through levels
Daedalus’s advice he did not heed
And flew toward the devil
He made so close, too close
Nearer than one’s ever been
But success is never eternal
So his feathers were lost to wind
As he was hurling toward the ocean
His arms outstretched to the glow
A thought was planted in his mind
A thought he never told
“Toward the sun I flew
High and free of pain
Consequences which I knew
But how many have done the same?”
