Icarus Wings Poem by jim hogg

The millions march on the archway of dreams,
with rainbows and snowflakes and stars in our bones,

straight out of our teens and into the world,
all chipping away at our sculptures of hope.

Remember when we stood upon the old bridge:
blue skies above us, the river below?

What would we trade now, oh what would we give,
of all that we've done, of all that we know

for rainbows and snowflakes and stars in our bones?

2009/19