Orion peeked out
Between the underlit clouds
Behind a glaring streetlight.
The world of the stars
Should be my friend —
But I can barely see it
Anymore.
Once music invited
Me to sing,
To maybe dance, to joy:
And though the tunes
Have never changed,
I barely here the music
Anymore.
The body’s mine,
The spirit’s not.
I stand here, rooted,
On the spot;
And look and listen
For some sign,
That can the truth of pleasure
Underline —
Orion seeks
A place to hide,
Although, he’s still there, dimly;
As I am
Barely,
Barely,
Anymore
To share is human:
