a whirlwind of glowing feathers , soaring on the salty updraft
she burns
b r i g h t ,
so bright
he has to shield his
e y e s
but he wouldn't ,
not now
he was so close ,
he could feel the
g h o s t
of her warm
embrace
soaring on the euphoria ,
he didn't feel
when his wings
began
to falter—
when the wax
started to d
r
i
p
when the soaring
turned into
f a l l
i
n
g
he was falling
for her ,
and then
he realised
he was falling
f r o m
her
no longer wrapped in
her warm
embrace ,
he
w e p t
she would never
h o l d
him so again
the wind
whipped away
the rest of the feathers ,
stripping him bare
the wind
dried the melted wax ,
s e a l i n g
into his skin
like a brand
the wind
blew his tears to the sea ,
salt mixing into salt
and he felt
his demise
l o n g b e f o r e
he reached the ocean
beneath the cold depths
he was
f a r
from the one
he loved
the one
he thought
loved
h i m
beating against the
w a v e s
he fought to see her ,
anything of
her
it was all in
v a i n
accepting his fate ,
he let himself go ,
tears
d r o w n i n g
in the waves
he had flown
too close ,
too much ,
fated to
fly
only to
f
a
l
l
- icarus i
