By Arabella Klonowski
i’ll meet you where the sun bleeds,
where heaven reaches sky.
i’ll call out to you in broken song,
in stolen lullaby.
my mind will miss your looming,
but my heart is finally free.
remember when my spirits crushed,
i dragged myself to thee.
for who can hear without a psalm?
or hope without the word?
but dawn is near,
the flame has passed,
i cry my final tear.
Arabella Klonowski (she/her) ’27 is a magazine, news, and digital journalism major from Cleveland, Ohio. She also studies English and political science. In her free time, Arabella is a member of Zeta Phi Eta, NLGJA, Z89 Radio and is also a contributing writer for the Daily Orange.
