Drowning Icarus

The rain doth drown at the tips of toes 

a raven caw soared as the wings of sorrow 

the grey clouds wept – tamed in frigid rest 

My mind pattered in a puddle as I stared in lament. 

Oh Love! How your treacherous wings embrace me, in the sheets of your deception. 

Wrapping me in feathers of comfort. 

Holding close, hiding the blurred vision of eyes..

An intoxication of liquid lies. 

Descention! from the fountain mouth.

It pools in my cheeks finding no solace 

from the ears of the heart.