Well meant tight harnesses

Well said advice

He set out, regardless

Sky blue in his eyes.

Down; in a single swoop

Tilted up those wings

White, gold, green, and red

What happiness it brings!

Seeking out that single warmth

That never embraced on earth,

Higher, higher, higher still

He, who starved in dearth.

Smiling as it got pitch white

A burning lovely hell

The sun aged in a single glance-

They say that I fell.

"I am Icarus,"

Wax binds ash tight

Fly as high as you ever can

You shall never know my flight.