Dreamingly we see,
a sea of change
with the sun high above;
I forbid you to fly too close.
Listen to me my boy,
You and I will soon
merge with the sky,
but beware of
your feathers, cherish
them and never
give in to the heat,
or you shall surely
end up in a crumpled heap
washed ashore by my feet.
Now fly Icarus! Fly!
I will pray to see you again,
waiting for me,
on the other side.
A contest entry
- The Muse by someones-muse.
480 points, ended August 22, 2007, 18 entries
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wounderfull i nlove it thank you for the poem
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