(Follows a 10-8-5/5-8-10 pattern. Random, but I liked the flow . . .)
Icharus of Time
The hand of my watch is waving good-bye.
Time has grown wings and is flying
Too close to the sun.
I hear him laughing,
Chasing the ball into the street.
The car comes and my feet are stuck like glue.
Time stops short, hanging over the ocean.
We shall all be falling shortly.
I hear him screaming.
My numb legs unfreeze.
As he flies past Time on his wings,
New wings, a gift from the car speeding by.
Greedy Time steals his wings and stays aloft.
He lands like rain on the pavement.
My footsteps falter.
I fall to my knees.
His bloody halo shines brightly
And Time flies away from my son's body.