What is it that you even do to me?
Above my world you dazzle like a sun,
Love burning bright like wildfire to a tree,
Down fall your vivid rays; I come undone.
Your purest incandescence never fades,
It blazes like a phoenix born of gold!
Just through your beauty joyfulness cascades,
The soft light of the sunrise takes me hold.
How can it be that even solar rays
Seem gloomy when near your spellbinding eyes?
The sun does not illuminate my days,
But it is you kindling the fiery skies.
Not folly, then, is it when I pursue
Young Icarus and his path up, to you.