a work in progress

i wrote this the other day. not sure where it will go

Orion cries

Up
I turnecd my head toward
the winter night sky and my eyes
fell on Orions belt, three
flashes in a row
a sword and strong shoulders.

I imagined
his face proud
atop shades of dark and light
watchful mournful black hole eyes
like sentries in the heavens
loosing one tear past
sash and scimitar

as i met the great warriors gaze
a droplet of water slithered
down my cheek.

a work in progress

i wrote this the other day. not sure where it will go

Orion cries

Up
I turnecd my head toward
the winter night sky and my eyes
fell on Orions belt, three
flashes in a row
a sword and strong shoulders.

I imagined
his face proud
atop shades of dark and light
watchful mournful black hole eyes
like sentries in the heavens
loosing one tear past
sash and scimitar

as i met the great warriors gaze
a droplet of water slithered
down my cheek.