~ Pieces of the Sun

~ Pieces of the Sun
As a child catching fire flies one by one

I thought them pieces of the sun
Placed on night stand safe in mason jar

I’d watch each flicker, think of places afar,

Beyond the heavens, beyond each star
My imagination running free and wild

I’d weep in the morning as many a child
Who thought they’d caught pieces of the sun

And while sleeping, they’d died out, one by one:
Even then I thought of poor Icarus; wings of wax and the burning sun.

O’Prunty ©



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