Icarus Heart

Imprisoned I lie. My jailor, love,
Mocks the pieces of a heart once whole.
To be freed, yet alone, a price too high,
Leave me, I’m broken, yet still I fly.

Lightening through a velvet night
Pierced the darkness with feverish flame,
Blinded by a feeling, I danced with the storm
And at once my heart was lost.

Soaring on wings of passion, fragile,
Fashioned from faith and a dream of you,
It ascended with ecstasy to heaven:
An Elysium transcending the tempest of desire.

To taste but a fraction of you, forbidden,
Coveted by this winged pilgrim,
Would sate the ardour within my soul.
Yet, hope bore my heart too high.

The touch, like the sigh of an angel,
Bade the earth pause, that for a moment
It might know the rush of silence and remember
The folly of the lover, and her fall.

Vanished, the serenity, and at hand, a blaze.
From my blistered heart, burst a dazzling bolt of passion;
Corrupt yet pure, finding no sanctuary in heaven or hell,
But in the storm, ever to blind and bewitch.

To fall to Earth is to fly from heaven,
As my heart, rejected, punished, yet euphoric.
A moment of sight for an eternity of rain,
Falling, flying, I found paradise in pain.