Icarus- I saw you last night, falling from the sky
Your profile pure and holy, feathered arms reaching high
Back to the ground-face towards the dying light
Your arms! Your arms!
More beautiful in supplication than they ever were in flight.

Yesterday I saw the birds take flight- who can tell me why?
For days I could feel their restlessness waiting to climb the sky
And the air is so empty down here- and I have no place to go
Those wings! Bright things! I need some of those wings
for this migration of the soul

Some languages have names for things that I can only feel
This longing that might kill me- is it for something real?
But the wild groaning of creation resonates my bones
And I'm falling, or I'm dancing, or I'm flying,
or I'm dreaming home!

Icarus I saw you last night- whatever made you think
that you could fly?
Or did you always know that falling was the thing
Your restless soul was wanting you to try?
Back to the ground, face towards the dying light
Your arms! Your arms!
More beautiful in supplication than they ever were in flight.