Icarus

    Enchanted

    2007

    By the dream, I’m enchanted
    By the fantasy, enticed
    Who needs feet firmly planted
    When the sky’s laced with spice?

    And yet what if we wake up
    And find our passion tree bare
    With just words left to rake up
    Of what was budding and rare?

    And yet we must take this chance
    And walk the bridge of meeting
    For only then can we dance
    And feel each other breathing

    — Wayne Visser