four more hours to this
workday.
four more hours to the
weekend
four more hours to the
washing, cleaning,
cooking, planning,shopping,
four more hours, til i swap
this job for my other.....
god i am so tired...

Little birdlings in trees,
Children flailing round branches,
  .  .  .  Wings wanting to fly.

My perception of you
is a reflection of me
of all I once knew
and all that I see

Your reception of me
is a reflection of you
of all that you see
and all you once knew

Nothing we see
Is entirely true
If both you and me
Set our mirrors askew

Eye to eye
Heart to Heart
We realize we
Are all a part

Heart to heart
Eye to eye
We realize love
Will never die

See into
each other's minds
With all our mirrors
now aligned

Through each other
We can see
We reflect forever
to infinity