Fear of Flying

We weren't perfect, you and I,
but we had fire, hot and white
burning cobalt the vault of night,
blazing across the sky
beneath us.

As Icarus, we flew too near the sun
without a thought or care
for what me might lose, we dared
risk the heat for the fun
of it.

I miss you, and what we lost
in careless flight,
never calculating the cost,
embracing the night
as we flew too near the sun.

The owl called your name.
We dared not hear,
as we dared not tame
our fear
of
flying.