Icarus

by Jason

I was young
innocent
even naïve, when I first met Her;
a beautiful white dove
with wings like an angel
and eyes blue as the sky.
She gave me wings;
she taught me
how
to fly
Floating
Soaring
with Her
always by my side.

And then she left me.

And my wings disappear
and I’m falling,
Falling,
the wind tearing at me
the empty endless sky
my only witness
falling down
to the rock hard ground
of Reality.
Slowly I stand up
and pick up the pieces
of my shattered soul
and begin anew.