Boy on a mission-
escape the labyrinth
of a confused life

yearning, touch the sun
seeking his identity
within its warm rays

a retarded flight
halted-
by the object of desire

earnest wings
melt like a candle
dripping out of time

cold dark indigo
rehardens the wax
too late to soften his fall

a fall ignored
no compassion
offered to a rebel

with death arrives true wings
and a light
grand as the sun

still chasing his goal
soars to touch it again
finally allowed.