by Nicolle Rojas-Castro (’17Vanquish

Vanquish

The amber rays seek, luring me to their secret. Their sweet golden touch makes my fingertips glisten like the sun.

Then all of a sudden, their mark escapes from my hands, and their glimmer trails off into the midnight blue.

They extend past the deep purple shadows and swirl through the black branches of naked trees.

The wind whistles in my ears racing, chasing. The limbs of the trees snatch my dress, keeping me away from the light.

They’re too far. I cannot keep up, and I fall in defeat, crushing the rustling leaves.

Pillars of Salt 5

In the middle of the moonlight You’re a traveler In the sun’s eye You’re a follower

A constant rebel of the day And hero of the night Taunting your head with music Ocean sounds And pretty things

Hair, hands, stars The beat of drums and pianos And electric guitars

Tango in the night Yoga in the day Waltzing all the time In the jungle rain

The infinity Of roads and seas Back to the heart And the thump

And all the world falls in love with you In yellow Or in dark blue

To the sun

6 Pillars of Salt