Maybe flying too close to the sun just had
something to do with
needing the light,
chasing the dawn

The people of sparks understand
with their earth walls and their lanterns,
forever searching for something they don’t know
but they know they need

Maybe flying too close to the sun just had
something to do with
loving the sky,
breathing pure stardust
while he still could

I feel his longing like a stab to my chest
down here on the ground,
the only time I get close to the light
is with my back to the grass
staring up at the stars.

I want to go out with a burst of smoke –
not a candle, a firework –
maybe then I’ll meet Icarus
on the surface of the sun.