A dream of flight.
I fall asleep…
the way a child does.
the way a child does on a summer afternoon… beneath a shady tree
on grass warmed by the sun
sleeping like a child nestled into his mother
without fear of what dreams may come
I fall asleep without care that I may never wake
the sleep of contentment, of innocence.
As I sleep I dream of Icarus…
rising high into a golden sky
I dream that I am Icarus,
we are one, the same
his thoughts my thoughts, my body his body
Icarus and I, one being, one becoming
Soaring so high above the ocean…
set aflame by a dying sun
Below us myriad starlings sweep back and forth,
as if they have one mind, one purpose
like us, like Icarus and I
each different, unique; and yet, the same
Rising on warm air currents, higher and higher we go
the sky itself seems to hold us aloft.
Hair, glowing, radiant, blew about our face
eyes wide with wonder, with joy, with quintessence
Arching our spine; swooping through the black mass
each bird moving, creating space through which we pass
reading our mind, knowing our actions
with our passing they regroup
Below two figures stand on the surf’s edge
we dive, our wings swept back as we cut through sky.
By the time I turn back to you, your attention has moved; you are on your knees pulling damp sand together into a small mound. I lower myself down next to you, watching for a moment as you take the sand from the featureless desert that it was and begin to construct something new, something unique. Watching your little hands work so delicately, I swallow hard. My child, my beautiful child. My son. Joining you in your work I take your instructions as we build. Your smiling face looks up at me, so full of joy, so full of life.
The prologue from Quintessence.