ICARUS' DREAM

My passions dance before you
Scattering sparks all around
Awaiting a touch with the laurel by you
You heedless also behead every (e)motion
The spirit of Daedalus is yours
The dreams of Icarus is mine
Some sudden prodigious lift of circling hope
Another primordial pain
Once more I
Another projection of me
Another ancient toil
Am Ende,
Quietly sinking down, wrapped therein
Each dance looses itself into a tragedy