© Geoff Brookes
Young eyes entranced by hero’s heart,
Braving elements to fly,
Waxen wings – Daedalus’ hearth –
Among immortals, ne’er to die.
But youth escapes the giants’ lands,
And dreams become the daily bread.
And yet the outwork of our hands
May lead us to their realm instead.
Then we must fight as heroes may
For what our childhood knows as true.
Through desert drought the hero stays
To light the way of love, anew.