Want (the enemy of Need)

The Flight of Icarus by Jacob Peter Gowy (1635-1637)

The waves were made of laughter,

(a sound of pure delight)

Miles of a tapestry,

that rivalled purest night.

It brought so cool a promise,

(refreshing in its’ way)

The rocking of a mother’s arms,

for all who wished to stay.

Yet even in that grandeur,

Icarus was torn.

The sea was ever beautiful,

but Helios was warm.

So choice became the enemy,

or was there choice at all?

For on the wind of broken wings,

Poor Icarus would fall.