The Sun is My Mistress: Icarus’ Flight


Every day is a climb to a troubled peak
ever in sight, never in reach.
It hovers nearly above my height
and follows my journey just in half sight,
a hand’s distance to grasp with miles to go,
luring my feet on though ascension is slow
to illusory destination and a doomed flight.

4 Replies to “The Sun is My Mistress: Icarus’ Flight”

  1. Icarus died reaching beyond what he could grasp. His disappointment ended his life. He went above the precipice of possibilities and plummeted to the depths of reality. Do dream. Do reach. Do leap above the precipice. Do reach for the sun. But prepare yourself to grasp the clouds.

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