Vikare Poem by Justin Aptaker

why is it
that when we fly
we always melt

our wings, waxen and waning
like the fake halos that
encircle our heads, our minds, our brains
our destinies

intertwined
peace of mind
I find it
in your eyes
you always manage
to surprise

and just when I thought
I couldn't sink any lower
I found myself
as high as I will ever be
and dreaming, dreaming of someone else

a different self
another day
some place far, far away

why is it
that when we fly
we never seem to stay