Poet’s Pad: Orion, You Show Me Nothing


Orion, you show me nothing

Orion aims for the dragon
and I
stare, shivering,

waiting for the action
that never comes,
suspended in time or
so it seems,

but I gaze upon another
I know

I cannot be with you,
not truly

all I have is a projection
my projection,
your projection,
it does not matter

the perception is projection,

intangible as a holograph
I do not believe
what my own eyes see

I believe more in what I feel

Is this folly?
I think perhaps

Orion, you show me nothing:

Where is your quiver, the
wood of your bow?

Where are your eyes?

All I see is stars
less real than you.

By Terence Stone ©2013

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