Eyes open wide and
dreams hold me together with
the spaces between knowing
and unknowing, a sight for
the sore eye, a sight for me
just enough to believe
in dreams again and close my eyes.
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
Eyes open wide and
dreams hold me together with
the spaces between knowing
and unknowing, a sight for
the sore eye, a sight for me
just enough to believe
in dreams again and close my eyes.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina