Orion.

Orion, come sooner above me
because I have missed you so.

Orion, you should not have left me;
I suspect you love me no more.

Orion, you obey too well the dance of the night
and the turn of the earth.
This year ignore them.
Listen to me:
don't make me follow you
when you should follow me.

Orion, stay.
Leave your sword, bow and arrows-
you need not protect yourself here
for with me you are safe.

Orion, I should not wish upon you,
yet you've heard every prayer, every word I have ever said;
but you've never spoken, no, never spoken a word to anyone.
...because you can't talk.
No, you won't talk!
Orion, please share with me!

Orion, I misuse you.
Of course you do not hear.
I have not heard you!
You and I will not hear for another few thousand, hundred years.

To you do I speak
as you attack and defend.
In you do I confide as my loyal friend.

Orion, when you leave
you must still keep me in sight.
Your arms cradle oceans;
you step from nation to nation- pride in every stride.

Orion, come sooner above me
for I have missed you so.
Come, speak your loudest;
I shall yell, too.
Then our dry veins will flow with histories
our descendants will struggle to decipher,
still begging you to come sooner, and stay-
still reaching out for the hand I offer.