do not tempt fate, my love's Icarus.
surrender passions of the heart and soul
to the reins of wisdom's subtle control...
your burns are yet unhealed.

flee Minos with me, mount to the skies.
but listen to the counsel of time
already spent sunbound.
I found the sky before you...
I learned to soar first.

but, misjudging the currents
on dark occasion, even I lose
my mind when the madness 
finds me...the intoxication
of a new flight.

sail with me to Perelandra,
but only if you dare.  look first
to the course I chart...it is a
treacherous one for any heart.
consider well the consequences.

your wings may yet be too soft for
so long a journey...your limbs
may wither with fatigue.
do not form a league with corpses
of past launchings...leap with me
from the parapet.  the wind is ours.


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)