Icarus was a romantic
He wanted so much to be close to that which he loved
He was not a stupid man
He was a man in love with Sunshine’s beauty
For her rays had kept him warm on those cold winter nights, gave him hope, and reassured him of the Almighty.
Icarus was a dead man who lived when he flew to touch the face of god
And just like most love stories
He got burned. Broken.
Wings , heart and man.
But he fell smiling
Knowing that his heart will forever be glad he got to know his love.
For unlike most men
He had dared to reach.
You miss it.
The wings that were constructed with feather and wax is a representation of the heart of a romantic
Light and delicate
But can liberate a man from his bondage.
Lift him to heights of joy he never could phantom
For what was he warned of
Risk flying too low and ocean: the suffocating dampness of common existence would consume his wings
risk flying too High and the sun: the giver of life would melt his wax
Icarus was stuck between god and the deep blue sea
Icarus chose wisely
He sought life. For he was dead. And what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind, and and seek the face of God unencumbered by feather and wax;
Icarus was a romantic.
Icarus was a wise man.
Icarus was between God and the deep blue sea.
Icarus chose God.