Flight
'I'll wing it',
said you.Flew
like Icarus
toward the Sun.On feckless, makeshift wings.
More than lust for flight
was needed.Wisdoms went unheeded.
The waxing of desire
brought a melting fire
that plunged you into sea.Drowned.
I found your eyes
drifting on the tides.©grapher April 2014s