BY FAITH SIMON
Staff Writer
Icarus, pure in mind and soul
Wished for nothing
But to touch the sky,
To reach his goal.
He wished to know
The feeling of the sun’s glow
And as the saying goes;
Curiosity killed the cat
And fire melted the wax
As he fell, fell, fell…
Down to the sea
Simply for yearning
To feel the burning
Of the brightest star
Of the morning.
Mourning,
His father watched him fall
Down, Down, Down…
With his creation:
“I warned him!”
His tears streamed in knowing.
The Candle Wax Wings
Were nothing-
Just feathers-
Now floating
In the foaming
Waters
below…