I HOPE MY ICARUS WILL " FALL" TO ME

Landscape with the Fall of Icarus (1962). William Carlos Williams (1883-1963).

According to Brueghel
when Icarus fell
it was spring

a farmer was ploughing
his field
the whole pageantry

of the year was
awake tingling
near

the edge of the sea
concerned
with itself

sweating in the sun
that melted
the wings' wax

unsignificantly
off the coast
there was

a splash quite unnoticed
it was
Icarus drowning.

Lia's note ; i hope my icarus would drowning , drowning in my ocean of love :)
that's for you my icarus