by Marija Smits
Icarus dreams of a golden light,
of a golden sky, of golden birds.
Icarus dreams of the joy of flight,
of the joy of the quest, of other worlds.
Icarus dreams not of fear, or death,
or melting wax, or down, down, down.
He dreams of the wind, with its sweet, warm breath,
of gentle clouds, of being alone.
Sweet youth, dream on, dream of wings;
there is good in the urge to conquer the sky.
Yet do not let hubris, ego’s plaything,
blind you and cut you like corn at the scythe.
Look to your father; heed his wisdom.
Icarus dream, dream free of worry,
and when you awake, fly to your freedom:
rewrite the end of your story.
First published in the Nottingham Writers’ Studio journal Final Flight Winter 2016.
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