daredevil
it felt as if he was made out of gold
his head rested upon his shoulders
weightless, his father called for him
but Icarus seemed hypnotised
lost in a curve of endless blue
the sun in his eyes
as if he was made out of gold
“I’m a bird”, he must have thought
as feathers whirled round
his head was in a spin
never revealed
floating in blue
he was made out of gold
his candour called out loud
but was there need for such a cry?
made out of gold
a wedded couple couldn’t have been
more together and apart in such a scene
never again did something
come in-between Icarus
and his dream
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