Icarus — a poem

Photo by Gaston Roulstone on Unsplash

I left a prayer on the beach
For you to follow
Just a finger of sand
Pointing at a waxing moon

Your tears came, washed it away
But no matter, angels carried it
Into the hallowed halls of God
Beyond our degradations

Only winged creatures
And the dead enter Heaven
Hubris falls from a molten sky
You were my Icarus

© simon heathcote

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