proximity

icarus flew high

with the wings he had given

the warning that cometh with

are all but forgotten

the sun

bright and warm

great mass, great gravity

helplessly pulling the intrigued

just so when in proximity

the reality kicks in

the sun's fault surfaces

wild untamed fickle unpredictable

kills the subject in question

its not the sun deed

yet the sun knows its fault

it is true indeed

it is lonely at the top

the sun wants company

but knows not how to be in

thus it let a lie publicly known

as daedalus told

the sun's hostility

even then

the gravitation too strong

more so on those

who possesses great gravity of their own

he could have flew far

with the wings he has been given

but to the sun he reaches out

eager to be the lonesome star's

the solitary heart fickled

as hope and despair variably felt

the optimist and realist take their turn

only jealousy persisted

to see the courage to be in pursuit

rather than awaits n avoid pursuit

as it watches the distance disappears

'he could be the one, no ones ever come as close'

and thus hope is high, it shines too bright

causing them to be apart

that brief sweet moment they shared

always be in the sun's memory

along with the others who tried and died

and all the sad goodbyes

the lonely sun

awaits for courageous others

to once again be pursuit

shining with hope

there will be the one

yet, contempt with

eternal loneliness

in that, he wonders

the deeds

the life the departed would have

if they chose to resist that gravity

and just stay away

cause safety can be found in distance

*this poem that does not rhyme deals with choice between desire and responsibilities when such talent and/or rare opportunities are given. also choice between living the conventional safe life, or pursuit the dreams of the risky road less traveled. love, hope, contempt and commitment phobia are also shown in personification of the sun. icarus feelings are left in question except for his love to the sun, what he feels about his tragic death are left unknown whether he regret it or happy about it. and what would happen when he is still alive, would he be living with regret?

p/s: At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet -plato-