Wings of Love
by Carl Josehart
Without maps to guide us
through the oft unchartered paths of life
we met on wings of love
before our hearts had learned to fly
exhilarated by the thrill of flight
we soared too near the sun
waxen wings melting
falling from heaven
mortal again to walk on the earth
I often think of you
and I
soaring through time and space
like gods
like men
together
Always
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