the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.
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
the spirits slink back
into the darkness
the veil closes, a hush
time ticks on, until next time
Are you a writer? I can help you.