Ruins of Icarian Sun

Posted by Nate

on October 30, 2006

By the temple we will go walking.
There in the shade, in the slight breeze,
we gaze into our past’s gloom.
Our dreams a dried and fading sacrifice,
alter blood attended now only by ravens.

No longer will our cries of pain ring out,
No longer will my eyes seek you out in a crowd,
No longer will I awake, turning, searching,
seeking the heat and comfort of your body.

The temple shades us, now abandoned, merely a monument.
Ancient powers, ancient fears,
engravings of flights far too close to the sun.
We will walk on, there may be an end to the shade.

[Listening to: Not The Same - Ben Folds - Ben Folds Live (4:31)]

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