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

She claws her way out
of hell, Cerberus howling
breeze warms frigid air
Young buds stretch for blossoming
birds fluttering in the trees
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