The sun is gone
and I am obsessed with the night
always
it seems brighter
clearer
than the day.
What else would there be
for someone
like me
who revels in the beauty of
the night
and the glow of the moon?
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
The sun is gone
and I am obsessed with the night
always
it seems brighter
clearer
than the day.
What else would there be
for someone
like me
who revels in the beauty of
the night
and the glow of the moon?