Wings to Fly

I have fashioned wings
of wax and feathers
and have carefully formed them
As things of beauty.
And utility

Snow white
Pale yellow
They glow like cat's eyes
And I have tied them to my thin, earthbound arms
And have found a place on a high rock from which to hurl myself

I'll pass just above the sea
Being careful not to let the feathers drench
I'll pass low away from the Sun and am suddenly flying.
Flying

And I will wait for night to fall so I can fly higher.
Suddenly, this space is too safe
And night will come too dark

For if I only fly and don't soar
How will I know the universe?
How will I know what lies inside.
Of me?

And so I choose to soar.
Upward into blue-lit sky
And closer to the Sun
Until I feel the wax
trickling, dripping, melting
Into the sea of glass-still water

And yet, unafraid,
I fly straight toward the Sun.
Straight toward the Son

Will I be caught?

Or will I melt into the sea below?