Saturday, October 8, 2011

Maternal?

Paternal?
or is it a mix
had Icarus a stint with Phoenix?

No one noticed
as a child spiraled into the sun.

Quite out of reach
the people did preach
as child after child disappeared in their midst

They never did notice
the future repeated

Untill
the children began to dream

Each dream did sing, then took wing
escalating further and further
until each time
in loxodrome rhyme

they too
fell into the flame

This time the child,
in a flicker of thought, remaind aloft

For Icarus' ashes
exhaled a sigh
which returned to the sky

Meanwhile
the child remembers

Birds are flying
Skies are crying
for this occasional improbable mind.

and so the myth goes
changing in time
untill

new heads turn
to the stars to learn
again

Through the guise
of children's eyes
scouring the skies of destiny
to burn

they return
rebirth is in their blood.

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