Monday, July 25, 2011

Unable, even, to hear music

Orion, put your bow down.
You haven’t a home to protect
Nor an army to defend.
What are you hunting anyway?
There is nothing but emptiness about you.
You’ve run away
again, hidden among darkness.
Unable to tell if the
lights below you are
the stars of another galaxy
or the upward turned eyes
of brokenhearted lovers.

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