To Love As Icarus
inspired by a beautiful poem “Icarus laughed as he fell” written by Fiona (wearealsoboats) If you get a chance I highly suggest checking their work out!
To love as Icarus is to fly too close to the sun.
It is to fall into incandescent displays of light;
surrounded by a warmth that burns sun rays into your skin.
To soar so high,
to grapple for a chance to embrace such a force that melts your very being.
To love as Icarus is to know.
It is to know that this love will begin your descent to despair but to relish in it.
For his love is a burning guise of feathers and gold,
like stars falling from a spectacular sky.
A sky that is lit by an array of love and pain,
a sort of pain you feel deep in your core.
Yet this pain in itself is a sort of hope,
a hope that it is real.
A real love that no matter the cost,
one shall reach to the heavens for;
to grasp and hold it close to their chest.
For Icarus' love was a blazing spear,
soaring beyond the heavens to Apollo's heart.
Such a spear is double-sided;
one side filled with the pain that heartbreak holds,
and the other the promise that love brings.
Such is a constant dance of fire and flames,
the gold melting from your core.
That is what it is to love as Icarus.