On the edge, a line drawn in doom. Death of the
heart. Holding onto the mind, lies
circle, spinning, and revolve in a dream gyre.
Waking, lies become reality.
Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Raven Wings
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