He never saw my reflected warmth <br />his reason blinded by light of Sol <br />drawn by the brilliance <br />unable to know the danger <br />held within Sol's close embrace <br />so on fragile wings began his dance <br />and I waited in my quarterings <br />hoped in my waxings and wanings <br />but mine was only a reflected glory <br />and Icarus saw only <br />day's golden molten glow <br />Even in my full dressed beamings <br />I was unnoticed in his flight <br />and as his wings obeyed Sol's heat <br />as the earth cried out it's death call <br />Icarus in his falling must have heard <br />Lunar's invocation gentle and soft <br />My embrace would have been warm <br />caressing and often <br />Yet Icarus you would have danced on<br /><br />Bill Mitton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-and-icarus/
