Heaven is...

Heaven is,
not where good boys go when they die,
but those moments on life when you truly feel alive
like, here
sitting under the starless sky
my peace
while the city sleeps
when the world seems to be innocent
the world could die screaming
while they lay dreaming
calm and serene
the snow crunching
beneath my bare feet
in the cloudy air
my head is clear
and I wish I could stay here
neck deep in comprehension
forgetting all of life's suspensions
in the biting cold
of a white winter night
I feel like I can accept the world
and it feels right
to open my arms
and let everyone in
and they will do me the same favor