Let the light distill words in this
empty room. Only the two of us here
together as the sun fades into night, no
longer able to see each other, just
words traveling across the darkness.
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
Let the light distill words in this
empty room. Only the two of us here
together as the sun fades into night, no
longer able to see each other, just
words traveling across the darkness.