Letter to Icharus

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return." 
- Leonardo da Vinci 

Partnered in exile, 
I fashioned you into an angel, 
before you arose, 
whispered "the sun 
cannot be touched." 
Ancient tempest in the sky-- 
a beautiful fury, 
furnace in the blue, 
she'll ignite and devour. 
Heaven bound, you fled, 
unlearned in youth, 
fleeting, 
I foresaw your fate, 
couldn't smile, 
while shepherds stood in awe, 
watching us from below. 
Though dying to touch heaven, 
the celestial, winged as you were, 
would not allow admittance 
banished you to the sea. 
I miss your existence, 
unscathed, arrived in Sicily, 
wept at the alter, kneeling, 
offered my wings to Apollo. 
I name this land Icharia-- 
Land of my stolen child. 
No longer a God or untouched, 
ever your creator, 
I watch your last feathers 
float eternal at sea-- 
it's me who is the fallen one, 
I melt more with each day.