Icarus's blog: "Augurs, Martyrs, and Agnostics"

I held the empty moon aloft in the garden of the gods
as you heralded the sun.

I dug a trench for the waters to dance in the firefly-light of the stars
and you gathered golden wheat and young, handsome sacrifice

Humbled under the cool weight
soothed, like a silent lullaby.

The vacant black welcomed the light surrounding it
embracing the million voices in chorus.

Without fear.
For the moment.

Sing.
For when the dawn comes...