i feel a certain certainty that i am going to burn myself in the warmth of your fire.
i used to be so afraid of getting burned. but the longer i'm in this fever dream, the less i seem to care.
if i must be icarus unable to resist reaching for the sun, then so be it. if i must be icarus flying headfirst and blind, trying to find your heart of hearts, then so be it.
yes, he burned and he fell. but has anyone ever known the sun as only icarus did?
so let me burn and let me fall, fall hard into the cruel blue ocean waves.
let me know what your sunlight is like at point-blank range.
Desert dry- Cracked and scarred, Empty of feeling and life. With nothing there to grow, Life daren’t wander inside.
It is the rain, That begins the roots for life, It is the rain- That washes off the scarring- To show its lack of permanence. When it pours from the heavens, We know our world is pure.
I am happy in heaven, Don't come to my grave and weep, If you burn me with a candle, Or cut me with a knife, I will feel no pain, But, when I hear your weeping , Your pining for me, It saddens me, I too, have tears to fall. 16/11/2020