Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Orion
Washing up on shore
In the aftermath
Of the storm, he
Breathes no more.
He is spent, wasted
And dying on this
Small rocky shoal,
Life untasted.
Storm-tossed on a raging sea
His small, leaking craft sailed
Steadfastly ahead
His soul left to bleed.
Cut loose from all binding ties,
He wandered this parchéd earth,
Eyes searching for truth
In the backlit skies.
With but a single guiding light
That middle of the Belt
His only comfort
On this moonlit night.
No greater truth to be had,
No sweet caress received,
He wanders this sea
Love-blinded and mad.
He rails against his peers
His neighbors, his God.
He rails to the sea,
Till he turns his gaze upon
The very firmament, his only
Companion, Orion.
And you oh, friend?
For what good have you been?
Silent, brooding you mark
The sky with your hunt,
And what failure you have seen.
Broken, tired and cleansed,
He stands upon his rock,
A man freed from torment--
From society's lense.
Only here, only alone
Does his mind grow quiet
His demons grow silent
Only here, he finds home.
Completely purged, he stands.
Here he is lord, master
Broken of heart and mind
On barren rock and burning sands.
The opening quote is meant in stark irony to what i consider the reality of love and my experience with it. That is
not open to interpretation because it was placed deliberately
