Galactic Angel, Guardian Belle

Who are you, I want to know

Orion, (I gasp) it matters not what lies beneath your belt

as long as it shine ever above me

Because that's where I am,  the space in between celestial bodies

crying out oh god, I am lost

chasing pleides, those sirens of women

Or fleeing bears

Coarse or fine I have realized how to live in dens and courts

That not all men are created equal, and you would be surprised by the gentle grace

hidden in the fur, yearning for family and protecting those young and smaller kin, it is a creature comfort

That inside, is that hunt and respect outdoors, away unassuming and completely content with a sleeping self

As well as a fierceness in daughters hearts, compassion and independence daughters of athena,

Wiser and battle hardened as Mars--Artemis-oh diana, aiming the arrow at the beast

Is it kinder or practical to shoot at the heart, to kill, to live as is the cycle of most things

There are fine eyes to sly on and wine to sup, abreast pleasure and nurture, judgement and embrace

Are you a protector yourself, and who is evil--who knows that there are no enemies inside us

When it comes down to it we are all of us hungry in company and in the woods

We all live, and die, dine, and waste

waxing and waning as the stars blink upon our faces

The directions of masculinity and femininity, an androgynous will flitting back and forth as poles rotate in magnetic attraction

A top upon which we spin

translating from origin to destination

Your stars are the only friends I know 

guiding me in familiarity despite the years

You have always been there

As I find my way in a sea of stars, my myth

my hero-companion--urging me to thrust onward and to pierce the sky

Traveling transient, resilient changing and staying

To always star-gaze-look up, it is heavens and worlds above and below me

depending on how the earth turns and where my legs place me--in the air, on the ground

coolly heated pool of mud breezing upon the turns of time sliding in all directions

breath, heavy, breathe, 

life-the air, a mirror, it shimmers, so bittersweet.