chancing flights of fancy on Icarus wings
melting for passion in heated sun
as yellow climbs on the day to rise in blue
under the tempest of stillness we fall
and there becomes crushed; not only bone
but this dream that soared with us on high
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great poem... simple and sweet
Thanks Mike!