Until Night is a Chorus

Sandy (Olson-Hill)

in the aperture

of space and sky. I renew.

to build back up, if I falter. I don’t fall for I am carved from titanium

scars, charged from particles, made of cosmic space, of diverse stars

of mountains, molten plate over plate. Bolt to bolt

I climb note after note, treble to clef,

where stars are impresarios. I gather my magic, where the sea of nebulae parts for me.

Beyond the aluminum mask of the moon, I harbor

her dark maria, her white bone of iron & light, her titanium

heart. Like me. Like stars compressed.

I’m a diamond from nitrogen dust

in a symphony of galaxies to orchestrate

Allegro, Libretto, night after night, bar

after bar, in four quarter time. By moonlight & meteorite I spin

in worlds I dream about. Aurora, where the sky’s alive, where the night sways

stars into waves. Into Magellanic clouds the voice of spheres

to shatter sound. In space,

I’ll make my way until day breaks me in beauty.

Until the Sun comes floating

helium boned. Carbon eyed, hydrogen in her smile,

serving song into dawn. Like her,

my core is nuclear. Like her,

I’ve sung like oxygen fueled

out of darkness to spark

until I’m lit to light like her,

like this

Ms. singing fire into bliss.