Icarus

Thursday morning it’s starting unforgettable
Sadness over thoughts
in the place that I am in;
Verses and prose no longer come hand in hand
Can’t wait to wake after sunshine

And wind up slithering voices in the head
Love is not profound but it has to offer
And as it weathers on each storm,
flying and swinging to dream ahead;
So much love and storm after everything else

Circles over fireplace on a daffodil
and it screams revelry sentimental
Gliding zenith and passing up daytime
Or do they cross the pathway salvation?

Stay happy masquerades on lonely fireplaces;
Smiling too much it breaks upon myself
In the chesterfields of discipline,
I say I do not cringe but I reek upon myself;
Love is not perfect but it has to offer
And as it strays conviction
thursday morning it’s unforgettable

Moths and butterflies cry salvation over fire
Burned down flying over breeze
Passing up resolves and losing in the end
Flying like Icarus and falling unforgettable in the end.