The sun buries the night,
smothering it into the hills,
heartache on the soul, encounter
of a soul alive in the darkness.
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
The sun buries the night,
smothering it into the hills,
heartache on the soul, encounter
of a soul alive in the darkness.