Moon, luminescent above me
clear the pathway for me
a shimmering line of silver
lead me on, lead me on your
midnight river, to glories end.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina
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
Moon, luminescent above me
clear the pathway for me
a shimmering line of silver
lead me on, lead me on your
midnight river, to glories end.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina