Heaven
I sit in silent respite
At the dawning of the day.
Pen poised to paper
Lips poised to mug,
My mind wanders
The far side of the country,
Six am, you'll be awake
Early riser,
Poised to take the day.
You and I are two sides
Of the same polished mirror.
My only conviction,
To make you proud.
To reflect you







