Icarus Drowning

I know a legend
of which I must tell:
the tale of Icarus,
of how he fell

When our bearded preach,
they speak of it
as a lesson to all— 
of how hubris
and defiance
brings your fall

I tell you not
of such moral lessons
for I too am Icarus!

“Fly too low,
ocean spray will clog your wings.
Fly too high,
the sun will melt them.”
Daedulus had said as we broke
from the labyrinth in Crete,
my wings fashioned
out of wax

O father! If only
you could have felt
what I did— 
euphoria, heavenly trance,
the absolute joy of flight!
You would chide me no more
for my want

I flew too close 
(to the sun)
yes, it is true;
but I would
do it over,
and over,
and over — 
knowing 
that I will drown
everytime

Do you see now?
You, who think 
yourself ever so wise?
Such is my love
for the sun!