said the child
Sasha Leonard
in awe, I stare at black silhouettes bathed in a pale, yellow haze,
dust of an unfamiliar scent, stinging and brazen,
& silence
to follow, broad-backed and stiff,
may I cry for a scene so resplendent
in its chilling embrace, a shaky breath free of my lips,
& lonesome mountains blurred into the palm of the
ocean and sky, raw with despair,
I am shattered
return to my breast, I call to my heart,
& as if my eyes rest burning in the brilliance
of white light that makes divine these eclipsed
figures,
I remain coddled in this blesséd moment
before my death
dust of an unfamiliar scent, stinging and brazen,
& silence
to follow, broad-backed and stiff,
may I cry for a scene so resplendent
in its chilling embrace, a shaky breath free of my lips,
& lonesome mountains blurred into the palm of the
ocean and sky, raw with despair,
I am shattered
return to my breast, I call to my heart,
& as if my eyes rest burning in the brilliance
of white light that makes divine these eclipsed
figures,
I remain coddled in this blesséd moment
before my death