Endless nights,
the morning sun cannot reach me
I drink in the dark night sky
absorbing the glow of stars,
dead suns glittering and other
such implodings, the sun cannot
reach me, I am alive with the
night.
-Alina
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