By Robbie Cope
Date: 13 February 2001
Oh Stars
Oh Stars
I looked to you oh distant stars,
Console and comfort me please,
Orion, oh mighty hunter,
What wisdom have you for this lonely man?
Shall I hang my hope upon your belt?
Orion’s ponderous gaze shifts to me,
Deep and slow his words come,
“ Forget about your lost love mortal… come and join me in my hunt, we will
purge your anger and sorrow with the blood of the hunt, and the thrill of the kill. So say I.”
So saying, Orion draws his bow, and looses a shooting star across the evening sky,
Then lets loose a blast from his hunter’s horn and returns to his hunt.
Oh stars, are there others amongst you who might answer my cry?
Mighty Draco, what would you advise?
The dragon’s withering gaze turned to me,
And it roared in an awful voice,
“ I care not what you do mortal! You love at your own peril, and I care naught about your pain, be wise and be alone, so says Draco!”
The dragon roars and twist back to its rightful position.
Is this the vaunted wisdom of the stars? None of this will help!
And then, Cassiopeia leans down from her seat in the stars, So she can gently whisper in my ear,
“ Young, dear mortal, your short life gives your emotions a fire that we
cannot match…. Do not let this put your fire out… Use your pain and make something beautiful if you can.”
So saying, she gestures at the sky… and the Aurora Borealis glows at me as I stare in silent wonder, and now gratitude. The lights dance and flicker across the sky, the colors weaving. Thank you Cassiopeia!
She nods and smiles, slip back into her place.
So I journeyed home to try her advice,
And here I sit with a pen.
~Robbie Cope
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