ANOTHER ORION MUSING

When Orion peels himself off

The black backdrop of the celestial ceiling

And his dog Sirius herds him to my door

I will shake the star-dusted golden glitter

From the halo of hair that I wear free and curly

And as the earthy music soars and sinks

While minor chords weave a robe so warm

I will sharpen the dagger hanging from his waist

And welcome the result of being chased

By the winter Star Man who has come at last…

© 2014 ViataMaja

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