High and Ever Deep

Keep me from the Bare Archer,
I suppose you don’t leave yourself alone
when I whisper in the wrong ear
prying an unfazed crowd—
oh Icarus flew dangerously,
You don’t fly
to where pins and needles are;
I can’t help but look past the glare
to pull you back to the ground,
to a cascade unfound;
But you don’t have to tell me,
I know you’ve ebbed into the sunset
as timeless words become my leap my faith—