Orion's Lady

Over our heads now he stands
forever alert and on guard,
be you sleeping or waking, he mans
his post in the night, silver-starred.

His Father's eye catches each sparrow
that falls, and none hide from His sight; 
Orion, your flame-feathered arrow
wards off the dark angels of night.

An archer, a soldier,
he keeps with his bow
the peace of the innocent,
sleeping below.

Armadas of unearthly galleons
pass silently through the void.
Is there but a moment for dalliance?
Can love in his heart be enjoyed?

A watcher, a warden,
he keeps with his bow
the peace of the innocent,
sleeping below.

O Where does your fair lady shine, Orion?
I've looked far and wide at the fires that flicker there,
in the farthest fields of Heaven, my eye on
the curve of her breast or the sign of her sable hair.

7.28.2012