he stands there at night, strong and proud –
a secret lover who comes to me in the dark,
entering my room through my window and
lavishing me in his attentive, loving
light.
his shoulders are powerful and wide,
his gaze intense in this clear and
endless vista, looking back into my soul.
the stars in his wide belt twinkle
like a child’s eyes on christmas morning.
he hunts his prey alone –
a solitary predator stalking an elusive being,
forever doomed to wander the earth
in a ceaseless, vain
search.
he is orion,
protector of the night sky –
a lone man once proud and vital
now doomed to spend his days
eternally wandering the dark heavens.
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