Dream of Icarus*

The Dream of Icarus*

How I wonder , seeing the birds freed
Into the blue firmament, a real treat
For eyes to behold and to dream
To fly to the distant lands, it seemed,

How that Phaeton like wings
Get attached with the back,
How lovely is it to think
Of a stupendous one, a flight,

Away away not from only Crete,
How I wonder, seeing the birds freed
Into the sky azure like a Dream
Getting winged poesy, as it seemed.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based, as attached; courtesy: Sam Carlo.
#Icarus : the Mythical man with wings
#Crete: a place Grecian, mythical,
#Phaeton : just like Icarus, a winged creature.)