Coloured SkiesAlike the wingèd I followed the wiseMore Like This
but you drew me like a moth to your flame.
Your laughter was enchanting, I surmise
The twinkle of your eyes the same.
Your heat both soothes me and makes me light
But your dazzling encloses all shadows that fright
You possess a rare internal spark
Leading me into either the light or the dark
At times I burn from your heat
Or my wax solidifies, head to feet
Hanging with beating wings is my decision
Waiting for our impending collision,
Whether we end paralysed or entwined
A better Icarus you'll never find.