Icarus

 I like to think Icarus flew so high 

That the time he spent falling

Would compare to his remaining time,

Had he never took flight at all 

He got so close to the sun that he could feel it

And all of it's burning freedom upon his skin

So even as he fell 

He carried that feeling in his descent 

So maybe 

Even though he lost his wings

The feeling they granted him remained

As a trophy

And Icarus, who flew so high

 in such a short period of time

Could spend the rest of his life falling 

With the feeling of the sun

And die of old age before he ever hit the ground.