Your Last Moment Wasn’t Dark
Oh Icarus, you wishful fool,
Ancient yet so young,
How did you think that you could reach,
and touch the scornful Sun?
Did you not know, my dearest one,
That the Sun cannot be touched?
Yes he warms us all, my dearest one,
But he is too warm to be clutched!
From afar the Sun is joy and life,
Close he’s Death and Hate combined,
Benevolent and yet a crueler God,
With Disdain he is entwined.
But you are Beauty true, my dear,
For with passion you believed,
That the Sun would welcome you above,
That you would be reprieved,
From the chains that bound you to the Earth,
From the cruelty there to find,
From the Days and Nights you felt alone,
And emptiness on which you dined.
Yes, cocky were your actions friend,
But that story is not in full,
With wings you flew like a naïve dove,
Your hope was like a bull.
Yet now you see, friend of mine,
The Sun’s love is often dry,
He took your hope, your love, your wings,
And he left you there to die.
For many do forget this fact,
He only hastened up your strife,
That the Sun was your judge alone,
It was the Sea that held the knife.
The Sun was not executioner here,
He only held your chains,
He gave those chains to the cold, cold Sea,
And your life was the Sea’s own gain.
Falling, falling down below,
With the Sea you did collide,
The wax still clung upon your skin,
And now with Water you abide.
Yet as the Sea caressed your form,
Death raised your head once more,
Hand in hand you watched the Sun,
The same one you adored.
As you drowned you could not help
A laughter like a bark,
That although the Sea still dragged you down,
Your last moment wasn’t dark.
Copyright 18/12/2014 by Chanel Martin Ramirez. All rights reserved