And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed my soul flew unexpectedly,
such that I forgot.
I could finally love, rather than detest, my enemies.
Forgot all the fear:
all that had held me back from intimacy.
Forgot all the pain,
inflicted by me by sudden hatred yet with regret later on,
inflicted on me by people whose indifference I would not see.
Flying too close to the Sun, with its blazing warmth,
Icarus fell to the ground quite unexpectedly.
Was he trying to reach divinity or escape humanity?
I have crossed oceans of time,
through the fire, to the limit,
for a chance to be with you,
I’d gladly risk it all.
For a chance at loving you,
I’d take it all the way,
to the wire,
even through the fire.
The Sun’s fire is hot.
The heat is too much for the fearful and the afraid.
Decked out in a yellow cap and shirt on a sunny afternoon,
the Sun is indifferent to whether we get burnt.
Icarus flew too high, through the limit, risking it all.
Did he love the Sun even in its indifference toward him?
Or was he trying to flee the indifference of someone he loved down below?
The opposite of love is not hatred.
Indifference is what empties a room of air.
Indifference is what remains in the void of space,
far from the warmth of the Sun.
Yet the beloved Sun can also be indifferent.
The opposite of indifference is intimacy.[1]
I dreamed my soul flew unexpectedly,
such that I forgot.
I could finally love, rather than detest, my enemies.
Forgot all the fear:
all that had held me back from intimacy.
Forgot all the pain,
inflicted by me by sudden hatred yet with regret later on,
inflicted on me by people whose indifference I would not see.
Icarus fell to the ground quite unexpectedly.
Was he trying to reach divinity or escape humanity?
through the fire, to the limit,
for a chance to be with you,
I’d gladly risk it all.
For a chance at loving you,
I’d take it all the way,
to the wire,
even through the fire.
The heat is too much for the fearful and the afraid.
Decked out in a yellow cap and shirt on a sunny afternoon,
the Sun is indifferent to whether we get burnt.
Icarus flew too high, through the limit, risking it all.
Did he love the Sun even in its indifference toward him?
Or was he trying to flee the indifference of someone he loved down below?
Indifference is what empties a room of air.
Indifference is what remains in the void of space,
far from the warmth of the Sun.
Yet the beloved Sun can also be indifferent.
The opposite of indifference is intimacy.[1]
1. This poem, which is dedicated to someone, draws on the lyrics of “Through the
Fire,” by Chaka Khan, and “The American Song,” by Paul Simon.
