The Common Blue (Polyommatus Icarus) Poem by john (called jack) wren

Are my eyes playing tricks
am I seeing things?
has the sky dropped to Earth
and flapped its wings?

My eyelids rebel
and refuse to blink,
my mind is in turmoil
I cannot think.

I see wings of blue
that brightly gleam, like
a resplendent sea
or a wandering stream

Blue wings dancing
in ecstatic delight,
forever chasing,
shafts of light.

That fade away
like flakes of snow,
melting, in a warm
Sun's glow.

Wings renewed in spirit
by the heat of the sun
are set free to roam
and set free to run.

An athlete whose track
is the sky,
Whose fragile wings
beautify.

Polyommatus icarus