The Astronomy of Midnight's Orphan
Sasha Leonard
a staggering sound echoes
in this abyss—shaded ebony
by untold lifetimes,
glimmer of iridescent dust
borne from death—eternal reverie,
this bouquet of dewed morning glories
scattered about an abandoned expanse,
do you float upon the foam
seeking a wandering gaze?
fugitive hue—paint this boundless canvas
with pigments long faded,
these eyes glimpsed a foregone beauty,
here lies no redemption,
a waterless ocean, somber and unrelenting
dusted with radiant drifters—creators of life--
offers a salvation that has vanished,
whispering to me, aloof:
heaven is ten million light-years, departed
and so, forlorn breath devastated the silence,
a regard too late, these fingers reached above the wind
contemplating a composition
draped in a haunting farewell,
one that should have only existed in memories,
God and all his angels
left a long time ago.
in this abyss—shaded ebony
by untold lifetimes,
glimmer of iridescent dust
borne from death—eternal reverie,
this bouquet of dewed morning glories
scattered about an abandoned expanse,
do you float upon the foam
seeking a wandering gaze?
fugitive hue—paint this boundless canvas
with pigments long faded,
these eyes glimpsed a foregone beauty,
here lies no redemption,
a waterless ocean, somber and unrelenting
dusted with radiant drifters—creators of life--
offers a salvation that has vanished,
whispering to me, aloof:
heaven is ten million light-years, departed
and so, forlorn breath devastated the silence,
a regard too late, these fingers reached above the wind
contemplating a composition
draped in a haunting farewell,
one that should have only existed in memories,
God and all his angels
left a long time ago.
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Sasha Leonard (PO'25) likes to write and read poetry any and every chance she gets. When she's not indulging in poetry, she enjoys listening to music and admiring nature.
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