In My Mind's Eye

Icarus

Upon my Sunrise-blazed tongue.

The aftertaste of night,

Abounds amidst the gunshots,

And the violence of this plight.

For when my eyelashes catch the glare,

Of the Sun tickling the skyline,

Lord, could I ever fathom such,

More beautiful and divine?

For there's a Balm among these glitt'ring rays,

To mend each tattered heart,

Her scarlet lips, which supplicate,

Will be our golden start.

In a world where the Fay's dew kisses meet,

That tender bruise beneath her eye,

And where I never have to wish,

To tread this amber sky.

For upon my sunburnt brow,

The light shall pierce me without rue,

An Icarus I shall become,

Fall broken into blue.