and i...
i fell to death in this blossoming time
sopping icarus in his overborne dreams
a gradient marigold sunset in an italian sea
and all i could do was to drown in the warm waters
kicking, fear-maddened, far beyond reason
listening to the spring robins
knowing their song has never been more sweet
than when it is known the song's meaning will be spent
to the sorrowed oblivion of those who lose passion's burn