Icarus, Rise.

Below rainbows,

That coloured seem;

Lie monochromes,

That rattle dreams.

And ramble hopes,

To secret gleam,

And whisper most,

To lie unseen.

So icarus turned,

To the lonely eye,

Whose burning words,

Just whispered “Fly”.

No homely roof,

Those barren skies,

That laid back look,

At flailing sighs;

That swim listless,

For what had been,

Blue seamless,

Is but a sheen-

Fierce golden,

That looks so keen,

Like eternal flames,

That none do mean;

For falling, flying;

Are one it seems,

When moments merge,

In drowning beams.

That burst open,

At crowded seams,

To lay to rest,

Begotten dreams.