ICARUS II (The Warning)

Posted: April 14, 2017 in DELPHIC
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The fruits of our youth, wild and free

Take heed the call of mortar and walls

too high to get over.

I watch the son rise

the allure of sunray

as they rub against fluffy clouds

or self esteem

too low to get under

and imbue the blackness



In a liquid sleep.

I watch my son set-

his wings,

a dance to the tune in the wind.

You cannot unlearn these words,

betrayal is rife in Crete.

Stay safe in the middle

and cherish the fruits of your own youth


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