Today, today, as with all those new days before,
I awoke from the sweet dreams of nocturnal
Flights of fancy, and that they should take
Me through the break of day, lifting me
Skyward: such a silly, ordinary thing.
A child at heart -- so full of hope -- I ran to the
Hill outside my perch and said a prayer to
Icarus that, perhaps, he should favor
My plea to enter, but carefully so,
The realm where once he was.
I bowed my head, spoke my heart, and cast
Eyes toward eternal sun and lifted off the
Earth that held me fast, but now gave
Release to this boy who would not
Be told what dreams cannot be.
