Like Icarus

Three cheers to sleepless nights

And poetic flights of fancy.

They carry me far

From where the sightless dreamers care to go,

Who cry out that it was all because

The beggar who dare not love,

One night...

Dared.

Ah, sights that marvel,

Experience which dwindles down

To a neverending parade of clowns and liars

Who sit on thrones of despair and solitude

Pointing fingers and shouting names.

What would I give for a moment of peace,

An hour of wakefulness in this forsaken world?

The answer remains

As elusive as the tendrils of sleep

That cower before the nightmares

Which the reality of living bears,

Hoisted on the shoulders of

Forget-me-nots and gratitude,

And of the potential waste that comes from

A system of denial and repetition

Turning our bearings northward

Towards the heaven our eyes seek,

But reason denies, as heart grows weak.