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?
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness