Icarus Poem by Joe Fraccalvieri

Like gold that's discovered in sparkling streams…
O Father… Please… For whatever its worth…
Fashion for me, some thing wound around dreams,
that I might rise from this ground to look down on the earth

Past plumes of clouds and rowdy crowds--
leaving behind the land of my birth
from where, pound-for- pound, gluttony is found--
bursting at the seams of its girth

Allow me to fly through the sky…
Just don't wonder why, I must try--
surpassing places renowned--
far from the sound
of the city's sleepless mirth

Let me soar where aery creature
had never dreamt nor dwelt--
beyond silent skies, heaven-built,
where lofty angels knelt

Let my soul, unshackled-- fancy-free,
roam in realms of noble lore
to face the boundless starry night
as none have done before

And oh-- to reach such regal heights
with childlike eyes and yours so wise--
though you say these wings may melt away
if I stray too close to the light…

Be not sad, my father...
For I owe you
the glory
of flight!