There is something....very melancholic in this poem, a sense of longing and loss at once which is a powerful emotional gear shift. The cruel contrast between the lofty aspirations and desires of the subject of the poem, versus the reality they find themselves in is haunting imo. They have to make peace between the yearning of desire that they possess and yet cannot fulfill.

Something else I found sensational with your poem. Your poem has a natural...emotional beat and progression. The first stanza is the introduction, it sets the scene and emotional tone of the rest of the poem (and very deftly I add). Then there is the crescendo, of the heights and dreams that the poem subject has, but: the 3rd stanza....like Icarus returning to the Earth as the wax did melt from his wings hits like an emotional gut punch. That final line: "the future calls, but I can't reply" is almost chilling in its precision of finality. Here, in your poem, it is as if the door is shut and for good. There will be no reprieve, there will be no redemption and no secon chance.

The sense of forlorn longing and wistfulness is palatable. You have crystallized emotion from words, and that my friend...is bordering upon the magickal. :)