Orion

Orion, my heart is cold
Orion -- oh, stand still
Cease your trek across the sky
Before you and I grow old.

400 billion stars in the night and all I see are yours
Some scattered pattern among so many more.
The night-years between us
smother the sky black.
The moon pulls me, the Earth spins me,
but, ah! the stars know how to attract.

Orion, my heart is cold
Orion -- oh, stand still
Cease your trek across the sky
Before you and I grow old.

~Winter 2005