Orion’s Road

Follow me, through the lights

beyond the glow

where empty night remains.

Headlights on me.

Rays sweeping, catch a tear,

wash across a lasting fear.

Cast away,

running astray.

Brightest blue – a glint above

reveals the Hunter’s presence.

Watchful of my progress.

Rigel’s eye is watching,

a trail marked out above.

Each day, each night, is shifting.

The sky’s cat’s eyes

and Betelgeuse’s reddest guise,

with me, are drifting.

Each time it takes me

to another place.

Moving through this winter’s space

to find, a moment farther on,

marking time above

as steps, so slow, below.

Horizon beckons – one degree,

then two. And me?

I will have Spring then.

Yet, you are not as you seem,

bright angels in the sky,

distance comes further between

your nearest one and I.

So far apart, it’s aching,

to comprehend the way,

with even spirits waking

to cast aside the grey.

© Andrew Williams

10 January 2011