I raise my head at dawn 

To wonder at the sky.

The beautiful sky.

A constellation so stunning,

Yet only reflects my wounded being.

I see myself at dawn as that forlon star.

In harmony with majority, but forsaken by  the one that really matters.

And so I see myself at dawn, a dejected entity.

For this is my constellation,

My constellation of failed affections.

SOLOMON

PS; This is my first attempt at poetry. I hope you loved it. Many more are along the way.