David F. Gouldthorp


ICARUS



Smile down, sweet Graces and
raise me
to swoop with the swallows
and catch the rising currents to
bathe in the violet of highest heaven.
Lift me, like Icarus, up and up until
my heart pounds in ecstasy and
I sing songs of everlasting wonder.
Allow me to float here untouched by the pull of
Earth and stop Time, if only for a moment
that I might know Eternity and care enough to care.
And when my wings give out, worry not
for I will have had my moment close enough to God.



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