a book of poems; flight of the icarus

Falling

falling
faster and faster
he reached for the sun
only to meet
a sharp tongue
plummeting
the wings
wings oh wings
catch the wind
lift higher so i can soar
amongst
the stars.

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into place
i fall
collapsing at your glory
i know my place now,
for you have shown me
i want to be at your mercy,
yours to keep
to have
to harbour
in the giant pool of love
of glory
of your life
i will fly into it
wings burning as i shoot
into your arms
just before
i go crashing
to the ground.

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