Aubade: Replacing Dust with Passion

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The hands of men craft temples,

for they are incapable of replicating liquid gold.

Seeping through crevices,

drapes of haven cannot muffle the symphony.

Robin and wren, inhale and exhale.

While I wish to paint the sky,

I will trace the tenderness of your expression.

My being yearns for the warmth,

you know I cannot rest without your embrace.

Nothing could fill the absence of our advents.

There is no grave as empty as the morning without the promise of you.

I am not braille, it dawns,

you needed to touch me to understand.

A ghost in hallways once filled with life,

footprints tattooing soot.

Suddenly, I am heavy.

Above the clouds before the northern lights,

I could have sworn your essence kissed mine.

Oh how I'll plead to be rugged,

to bear the weight of our brilliant golden rods,

the entirety of our cosmos in my palm.

Yoga to release what I can no longer hold on to.

I pour, I please, I beg.

Where is it that I will find you again?

Now we exist in the whispers.

The cement that binds two and three and four bricks.

The darkness behind the stars.

Like the moon and the sun,

we know that merely brushing past would be the end.

I have been swimming for what feels like centuries,

in search of the key to your worship,

there hasn’t been a day the waves stop punching.

You carved my name in the flesh of the dying oak.

I watch in agony as the last leaf holds for dear life,

nothing there but a thread.

Once plaited in my fibre,

entwined in every sonnet, in every song.

I am unlearning what I spent years conquering.

The stars are dazzling when nothing is stopping them.

Finally.

I surrender to the feminine,

ebbing and flowing,

granting myself the tenderness I have needed.

I surrender to change,

to waking up in shivers,

to the absence of haste.

I surrender to the dawn.

Peeking over my shoulder has proven

that peeking over the horizon is more fun.

I surrender to patience,

to understanding why quotes become famous.

Where I once gave everything to you,

I now surrender to myself.

I absolve you from the guilt of my crime.

I release you from the cuffs I put on my own wrists.

I surrender to the comfort in the unknown.

Like the moon and the sun,

one of us must surrender our place on the pedestal.

Against all odds, it must be you.

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When we take a look at this puzzling game of life, change is one of the only things we are guaranteed. It’s not comfortable, but it can be so much fun if you allow it the chance. Think about every first day and every last day, every new year, every new semester; you’ve allowed yourself to flow with the changing of the seasons. When everything comes crashing down and you are left with nothing but a clean slate, you have endless possibilities to create whatever life you can imagine. With the advent of this beautiful new year, be patient with yourself as you navigate through all the changes life throws at you.

Stay beautiful.

Strike Out,

Writer: Grace Groover

Editor: Cristina Angee

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