Last night I dreamed of Icarus
As he fell from the sky
After making headway
With wax wings to fly.
Last night I dreamed of freedom
In every shape and form
Because freedom
Is something given not born.
Last night I dreamed of fear
And the way it takes a toll
On the mind and the body
And the moments it stole.
Last night I dreamed of lightning
And the way it shakes the earth
Binding and frightening
And something in reverse.
You see
Last night I dreamt of Icarus
Careening from the sky
Heading towards the mountains
Where river nymphs lie.
And Apollo plays his lyre
In a way that sets some kind of fire
In the minds
And hearts
Of those who desire.
Last night I dreamt of Icarus
And his want for freedom
And I can see
Why Apollo wanted to meet him.
