At times, in these times
up into the night I gaze and wonder
whether Orion\'s body knows
what this period signifies
that parts flesh and souls
somewhat in the same way
day and night separate
Her all seeing eye
in its multitude, must know
what turns out the stars
and dims the human light
whose last breath escapes
in the graveside mournful cry
of the orphaned child
She must feel the pulse
of souls yearning to wake
their own bodies up
to re-join their loved ones
with no masks on
even be it just for the day
She must journey into the abyss
knowing, watching them who made
just taking a breath so unsafe
one after the other
plucking out the precious stars
adorning her glorious robe of life,
for the stars are too many they say,
there\'s no room for the night
all the while digging up Mars
for signs of life - some \"other\" life
I suppose
Aurora must bear witness
how the world suffocates
beneath the reddened moon
as they pluck away
at her enchanted womb,
oblivious
of their destined odyssey
through the gates
of their very own fate
whence she\'s bound
to meet them