I am Icarus

I am amused at birds, stars, moon . . .

Any thing that can fly or float in the sky.

I learn that wings help them to fly;

They help them to float in the sky.

I long to fly, search for wings,

Collect feathers, paste them with wax!

One fine morning

I climb to the hilltop and jump,

Move wings cleverly and swiftly.

Ah . . . Ha . . .

I start to move above;

Birds are flying with me.

I move upwards;

Woods are now just greenish pasture,

Mansions just match boxes.

I am now in the upper sky,

No birds, no clouds to trouble my vision;

Ocean is mere silver line.

Courage, enthusiasm and strength

Lift me upwards . . .

Earth now just a tennis ball

Around me void, monotonous silence.

I am unsatisfied.

Time is nearing noon.

Sun manifests himself brilliantly on his day;

Lustre flows splendid, magnificently at its best.

I feel molten wax on my shoulder;

Yes, my wings are breaking;

My control on them loosening.

The binding wax is melting in the sultry heat.

I start to fall . . . am falling . . .

I see flying birds, moving clouds under me;

I am falling fast.

A strange force is dragging me downwards,

Down . . . down,

I effortlessly falling,

Every thing on earth, and earth herself, getting bigger and bigger.

Birds and clouds are above me . . .

I can see woods, mansions and ocean itself!

I am heading towards a big rock;

Nothing prevents my fall!

True! I feel ultra

Happiness and tranquility but

Uncertainty of waiting makes me impatient;

I am falling . . .

Falling on the cruel reality of an unkind rock.

Oh!

Let my body shatter;

Liberate my soul to fly wingless!