Through Orion's Eye

The eye of Orion watches from western skies
as he slides along his radio beam
into the waiting arms of oblivion.
And I’m keeping my ear to the ground,
listening for his siren call
to wake me from this jealous swell
of my internal symphony.
Orion’s feet are dripping
blues and greys into the mesosphere
of my understanding,
threatening to recreate the person
I thought I was.
I told him, “I can’t handle the weight.”
But he just rose up to his full height,
pointed his bow at the farthest star,
and shot an arrow
straight through its heart.

Author notes

This poem is about the struggle between a parent's will for a child's future and what the child wants for himself.

As always, enjoy and leave some criticism. -R.T