Good Morning, Icarus

My life feeds from my wild heart
and I have seen it's ways
Mornings of missing scenes
and half-remembered
comings and goings
How much more is it
that I want from this time
Passion and ecstasy
are states to love and to
pursue but become hollow
if they are the only states
we pursue for ourselves
To be more human
To exist fully in our skin
To temper the flames
of the heart and embrace
calmness and stability
This life goes on and on
but this will not always
be true for us
Age and youth become
one another
Our faces change
Wisdom begins to arrive
through hard earned lessons
What now What now
Everything
We begin again
This morning
Tomorrow morning
Always beginning
Always passing
from place to place