a golden dream, the air
listless and sweet,
a drifting word,
the mind releases,
a cloud glides
smoothly across
the pale blue
surface of the sky.
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
a golden dream, the air
listless and sweet,
a drifting word,
the mind releases,
a cloud glides
smoothly across
the pale blue
surface of the sky.
Thank you for reading!
-Alina