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icarus loved apollo.
"what a greater tragedy than to love a god, and be loved back?"
what a greater fairytale than to reach for the light and be embraced by the burning waves instead?
"insolent, blind, and reckless boy. your hubris and your actions, dangerous and fruitless."
but i flew, father, don't you see?
i flew and i touched the scorching sun
the blindling light did not matter, for the sun embraced me
and freedom melted through me, the wings of wax engulfed and danced and tore threw (through) me to my bones
the sun weeped for his love, for his destruction, for his curse, for his blessing
i've caressed the celestial god and felt the coldness of his core through my skin
he whispers that blossoms will scatter and rise and glow where i fall
but the sea below knows no mercy and no earth
the bottomless pit from where i was born, the darkness where i lived, the flicker of lights guiding and raising me as my father did, and the labyrinth of water waiting down below
these i know like the skin of my father's ingenious hands
but the seering warmth of light close enough to touch had been foreign to me,
till now.
icarus could swear the universe wept for him when he fell.
the mourning so immense
apollo with his joyous lyre for the first time played notes of grief for the loss of his beloved
you didn't see the sun fall down to his knees
you didn't see the god of daylight scamper and break through the cliffs of tar and coal,
a burning out candle bargaining with death himself
but begging meets with pity
and love burns and drowns all the same.
apollo could swear the universe fell with him, down on his knees.
there's a reason why mortals aren't blessed with wings.
to glide, to fly, to soar, to swoop, to fall
birds belong to the wind
but humans belong to the waves
exploring the universe, Nobody setting sail
but what's freedom to a caged human on the upper cliffs of air
and what's freedom to a bird confined by the sea?