Heaven-Seeking Wings © Surazeus 2023 01 24 Waxing feathers of hawks on frame of wood, Daedalus constructs Heaven-seeking wings so his son may escape tower of fear and soar above this world of changing forms to find Realm of Ideas where the Craftsman designs this planet where we live and die. Shading his gray eyes with sun-leathered hands, Daedalus watches the hawk with gold eyes glide most efficiently on tapered wings, then swoop with elegant grace on wind gust down tight-wound spiral through infinite love to snatch lizard demon on river shore. Cleansing and sewing wounds on soft white skin, Daedalus heals Icarus, his young son, after King Minos, laughing on gold throne, forced him to run vast labyrinth of faith where his son Minotaur, wearing bull head, hunts boys and girls with double-bladed axe. Affixing frame of feathers, shaped like wings of Horus, swift sky-leaping hawk of hope, Daedalus leads his trembling frightened son to balcony high above wave-washed rocks, then both together leap on wings of faith to soar on wind above abyss of rage. Soaring on cool Zephyrian gusts of wind through graceful imitation of the hawk, Daedalus glides away from prison tower and aims toward distant mountain of new hope where he and Icarus, his gentle son, may live forever safe in lush Elysium. Looking back to find figure of his son, Daedalus sees brave Icarus soar high with gleeful ambition of the wild heart which beats with love for liberty in youth, and grins with pleasure to hear him rejoice with passion to escape prison of fear. Gasping as he calls to his bold son, Daedalus cries for him to moderate rate of ascension beyond bounds of strength, but, hypnotized by beauty of the sun, Icarus soars ever higher with lust to embrace Queen of Light Solaria. Howling with anguish at the tragic fall, Daedalus watches wings his hands designed crumble apart into puzzle of faith, and weeps as frail Icarus tumbles spinning to crash into bright mirror of the sea that swallows his soul into nothingness.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
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