Excavations - the Perspective

I tried to fly God knows I tried To bring the cherry back For children in the nest. I told old Daedalus It was the weight of sorrow That kept me In the labyrinth dark Shivering before the minotaur I had no weight at all That could defy my wings I told old Daedalus Listening me carefully While rolling sweat in wax It was the lost of feathers The plucking of focus from the heart And while my children waited There I was in the day and night of night There I was bruised and baited Shunning the place of sacrifice The total consummation of not flesh But time, the harrying tap of time Longing to get back Longing to oar the reversing sea Longing my soul from guilt to free Longing to break the unmaking of me Longing again to taste the sunshine's glee I could not fly with wax Nor be frivolous like poor Icarus Celebrating not the arrival But the escape from that darkness primeval. Ambiguity Is a perfidious circumstance But here before heaven I gave it everything Every dream without opportunity Every sinews without joy I only kept back again and again A little time to soothe the pain And thus I suffered in the silent years In the edifice of manhood I hid my tears Brine with the bitterness of her spite Fenced in the envy of her hate She shredded the feathers for my flight And left my sojourn desolate. I tried to fly I tried to bring the cherry back But could not get up the tree myself Without my wings I was stuck before the awful clock.