I dreamed I was flying the other night,Across the land, 

Soaring like an eagle

The wind was sweet against my face, 

The sun warm against my back
Icarus in flight, 

But a successful caper this time,

Not falling to earth in tragedy
When I woke, flightless and sore

I sorrowed for the lost night

Full of freedom and flight

Yearning for the impossible

many miles above my slumber
Angry, I railed at the fates 

Why have I been shown such beauty 

Only to have it taken away?
The answer was quick; 

Be grateful for the gifts you receive,

They are not rights, 

They can not be owned

Appreciate each moment 

it will inevitably pass 
Just as Daedalus watched his son fly 

gloriously into the sky

So too, did he watch him plummet 

to the sea,

Washing away his love
I bent my head in humble understanding,

Thankful for the chance to be 

revived 

To a deeper appreciation 

of my blessings