Icarus

If you were to fly

upon high, courting the sun,

would you think back upon humble

Earth?

If you soared,

higher than the envy of the clouds,

would remembrance of the pleasures

of the world give you pause?

Do, my love, fly,

but as you pay homage

to the stars,

think on me as I sigh

gazing up to the heavens

for the lost.