Icarus' Flight

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I've always wanted to fly,
Not a sinful ambition;
Simply to soar above the clouds
And ride the wind...
Who could punish a child
Wishing to run their fingers
Through eternity?

Eventually, I learned to fly,
It was easy once I tried...
But, though my wings were sturdy
They were made of wax,
So I could not fly too high
Or the sun would force me
Back to the ground...

...but up there, the sun so close,
I needed to touch it... somehow...
Just a little higher, I whispered,
Yet every time I got so near,
My wings would melt away,
And in a few brief moments
I found myself broken,

Stripped of my makeshift wings,
My limbs tangled and sprained.
Sobbing against tears that refused
To escape my eyes, I shaped new wings;
Every time they'd melt away again.

Then you came along,
And reflected the sun
I now bitterly lusted.
Wrapping yourself around me,
You became my new wings,
And reflected the bitter heat
Instead of melting away...

Thank you for helping me reach my destination.