You.
I thought you were the moon but you are a star
I thought to fly to you,
if not on a broomstick then with borrowed wings.
Every feather I picked, from pigeons, and albatross alike,
I wove together
like the threads of my life.
I have no regrets, my love.
To get to you, I gave myself wings
and I flew
A dream like none other
I first skimmed the tops of the waves
before I rose higher to meet you
My heart flew ahead of me
I don't think you knew
I burn for you,
And now I have come as close as I can
You let me down kindly
by looking past me
and I fell
like a falling star into the churning ocean
when I dived high
now I dived deep
and found myself.
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Epilogue:
Icarus is not the warning
to not fly too high
No
Icarus is proof that one can live
before they die
All dreams have to end one day
Sometimes with a splash that breaks a father's heart
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