Icarus Wings

Sadly, I know

Reality’s no dream

And a dream’s no reality

Unless it comes true

And when a dream becomes reality

It’s no longer so clean

And sadly, we know

Reality’s no dream

Is this just imagination

That sensations are dreams

And we dream of sensations?

This is just how it seems

By night, dreams are feelings

By day, feelings: dreams

Without sleeping, waking, touching

And never really seeing

A thousand rushing images

Without any face

A fascination of something

Without any place

Like a shimmering horizon

That fades into space

Catch the music of a moment

And reach for the sky

The soaring soul, high

Such a sight, the blue yonder

Such a feeling, like flying

Dreams are such things

As Icarus wings

Heading straight for the sun

Before you’ve begun

To capture a rapture:

The Butterfly Collector

Thrilled by the chase

Mount his prey in a case

His booty, a duty

The preservation of beauty

The butterfly brings

On its Icarus wings

The dream of a moment

The magic and tragic

And the moment he caught it

He killed it.

Sadly, I know

Reality is no dream

And no dream becomes reality

Even if it comes true

The colours will bleed 

To the scene that you painted

And sadly, you’ll know

Reality’s a dream

 - that you tainted.

Reviews

[gabrielle]

On the surface this may seem like sporadic thoughts but if we look closer this piece presented a deep intellectual observation. Romanticist would claim that whatever we dream, we can achieve. This may be true but whatever we attain in the tangible world may not absolutely and purely represent the ideals/dreams/aspirations conceived by our minds. The reason being is that in the world outside our minds, we are confronted with factors beyond our control which may inevitably adulterate the purity of our ideals/dreams/aspirations. To dream big is completely encouraged but in order to achieve it, we must be prepared to understand and to be flexible of other factors beyond our control. Otherwise, we may end up like Icarus. Thought provoking piece.

[Devons]

Indeed. Thank you very much indeed for such considered thoughts and intelligent appraisal.

[Axis]

the ending is nice :)

[Alicante lullaby]

a fascination of something
without any place
Devons,you write demon-big as in huge and you know it...this one captures all the sorrow of a beautiful mind which has realised after a long chase that
Reality is no dream
and a dream's no reality

[emmajoy]

Such a mix of beauty and sadness, near despair and hope, a muddle of emotions writ in your forever style. Tis true in a way, when some dream's come true, reality dilutes the magic. But then, if we never dream, life would lose colour as you infer, but in reverse. Maybe you and i will stand on opposite ends of opinion here, but i can still admire a more than fine poem.

[jellyvalmont]

I really enjoyed reading this and it has a stong meaning to it. :) Good writing

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

A passionate work and a clear, courageous voice which expresses that ought to be expressed...

[Abdul Aziz]

Ah, welcome back mate! You've lost none of your patented style. Those free flowing sentences, with rhymes that pop and fizz out of nowhere. And as always, the poem has a dark undercurrent in it, dressed up with pretty words. I wonder how you manage to do it. Brilliant!

[Gomer LePoet]

My old friend Devons. still with the silver uh fingers. It's been too long old friend. I like this as I like all of your work. I see I have some reading I need to catch up on. :)