Son of Daedalus
1.
I await your stirring
of emotion in the needle bushes
beside the tree my path
like a burning daemon
touches no ground
to honor your
reality is like darkness
the night an abyss
a deep ocean of swirling blue
a hand grasping faith
absentminded fulfillment
of a hunger for truth
2.
Wings unfold through lines
jotted down roses
dreams of fires blazing
their red offers no salvation
you have fallen, as
one wing couldn’t carry
the weight of your desire
touched by a sun
you did turn page after page
and read each day out loud
yet the pages looked alike
mirroring the sky effortlessly
3.
Dozing off on a soft pillow
your desire for self-actualization
became a hesitant pronunciation
of levitation you observed
colors blend in a haze
like a field of flowers
as you drive by at 120 mph
speed seems indifferent to your
immobility, in truth
everything is at a standstill
how many colors can you use
how much needs to be colored
4.
Icarus rises with great strength
tempting all to dream of flight
he must have been so alone
close to the sun
his blackened thoughts
cows turned loose after winter
just a thought uncovered in paint
strokes of the brush merge into one
surface, the haptic has touched upon
a mind that drifted off
a farewell to hot summer days
and blazing pink skies
Sam Silva says
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