Creative destruction

To Anne-Ma

Many times have I flown
like Icarus
towards the sun of Love
full of hope, haste and the heat of passion

Many times, too, have I stumbled upon
the other side
like Sisyphus on his hill,
have I carried the rock-hard weight of my disillusion

So like Prometheus,
am I condemned
day and night till the final hour of my rest
to re-live the joys and pains of
creative destruction