the boy stood on the roof of the highest tower
looking beyond cloud and sea and bower
leaving his nest, learning to soar
dreams and ambitions, freedom at the door.
the sun on his face wipes away every fear
caressing his thoughts, the path ahead all clear
the fire in his soul burns with a new song
the journey in his mind, he's going to meet the dawn.
her golden touch held close in his hand
the star in his eyes, wind and sky at his command
as he gazed on "what if i fall?" he sorrowed,
the sun waved, his heart leapt and then his feet followed.
he swam through the air in form and beauty
his fervid heart alight with a new sense of duty
stately as Apollo in his chariot, his only reckoning
was to get to get closer to the sun that kept on beckoning.
his body throbbed and ached in a holocaust of love
higher he climbed the heavens like a flaming dove
his senses grow numb, his wings go crippled
but for the dance in her voice his yearning tripled.
warning words from his father lost in his molten pulse
his melting sinews, all the pain it nulls
his spirit aglow in an incandescent glory
into the embracing arms of the sun, passion writes his story.
face to face with his love, his wax heart slowly melting
enveloped in her hair and her warmth, he's relenting
with a kiss on her lips he ignites into cinders
as the inferno drowns a heart still burns in her fingers.
