I see him as he was,
tall and strong,
a man handsome as the father
who gave him wings of wax.

I see him as he was,
laughing at our wedding feast,
shy glances when our fathers
gave their blessings
outside our chamber door.

I feel his fingers pull
pins and flowers from my hair,
hear his voice whisper Beloved,
hear him promise to return once
he helped Daedalus escape.

I dream of the Icarus I knew,
but poets build kingdoms of lies,
the might of selfish Kings
eclipsing the grief
of one heartbroken woman,
and the man becomes a foolish boy
who flew too high on wings of wax.

Jaime Lee Moyer abandoned California to live next to a river in the wilds of Ohio. She writes books and stories as well as poetry, assisted by two warrior kittens who help her chase the Muse. In her spare time she is the Poetry Editor for Ideomancer Speculative Fiction.

Her poetry has appeared in Strange Horizons, Mythic Delirium, The Fifth Di, Illumen, Star*Line, Dreams and Nightmares, Lone Star Stories, flashquake and the special edition chapbook, On Our Way to Battle: Poetry From the Trenches. Her first poetry chapbook, Blood and Brine, came out in March of 2007 and her poetry has been nominated for the 2006, 2007 and 2008 Rhysling Award.