When eyes turn steady to the ground
while silhouette cloaks eclipses light
no pair can see past the edge
of the dark wintry night.
while silhouette cloaks eclipses light
no pair can see past the edge
of the dark wintry night.
Oh starry silent hungry hunter above-
my audience of lonely trekked streets with me,
let us loft our look toward the horizons
upon this cold clear crisp eve.
Past nights shadowy shady curtain
lovers cradle in the halo dawn bed;
we loft our hungry eyes toward horizons
the dawns host shall keep us fed.
Cafedog's Canteen 
beautiful…
I especially love Orion and this poem evokes him beautifully.
Thanks! When taking walks in winter nights, he (the constellation Orion) has always been with me.
BTW: the poem is supposed to allude to his mythological lover “Aurora” who is also the dawn. (my metaphor for “hope”)
the ” shade curtains” are by Auroras bed in Romeo and Juliet
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aurora_(mythology)
I might rewrite this poem someday to make a more clear effort.
I like the storyline.
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