The Icarian Sea

words Oliver Hallet

 

Do you think Icarus loved the sea when he fell?  

Tumbling towards the depths 

Breathing in his last breaths 

Do you think he realised 

This was the price of freedom?  

That the world had stopped for him 

For just a moment— 

The Boy Who Fled the Nest  

Young and free and soaring  

Blessed beneath the rays of the sun 

Taking in the sight of the cerulean plains beneath him.  

Do you think he was taken by its beauty from above?  

So lost in awe and wonder and love  

He mistook the warmth from sun’s ever reaching grasp  

As the burning feeling of freedom?  

Or do you simply think he reached too far forward  

Aiming  

Reaching  

Grasping for the impossible?  

Longing to hold onto his destiny with his own two hands  

Scarred and calloused by hard work and aspiration? 

I think Icarus was one of us  

Simply unaware of the world he was thrown into  

And sure,  

He was told not to fly too close to the sun,  

But did he know?  

Did he know what that distance was? 

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