Icaro came late to us today
too late for you my love
to see a young man who also fell from the sky
this man was hungry and lost
as we were once
I fed the stranger as the Greeks and Ottawa say you must
I thought of your white beard flashing under an Aegean sun
a skiff of a man
looking for an island
or a boy
or an end
in summer
too late for you my love
to see a young man who also fell from the sky
this man was hungry and lost
as we were once
I fed the stranger as the Greeks and Ottawa say you must
I thought of your white beard flashing under an Aegean sun
a skiff of a man
looking for an island
or a boy
or an end
in summer