I met Icarus in a dream,
One faithful night,
He told me his story,
Of fame and fight,
How just for a second,
For less than a day,
He touched the sun,
But died anyway.
He told his pain,
His regrets and all,
He warned me to think
Before I fall.
He told me a story,
About a boy,
Who flew too high
And slept with the Koi.
He told me the sun,
Though it called for me,
Apollo would never
Let me be free
To touch, and squeeze
And kiss the sun,
Because that’s what loss
Dadeduls’s son.
And last night, when we met,
I told him a story,
And he wept
About a boy
Who flew to high,
Now he’s forever
An idiot in the sky.
But before he left,
He cupped my cheek
And kissed me so soft
I couldn’t feel for a week,
He pulled away,
His smile so dear,
And that’s when he
Disappeared.
But I met Icarus in a dream,
He told me a story
Of everything,
How a little boy
Who flew too high,
Suddenly became the prince
of the sky.