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I wrote this poem on 9 September 2007. And yes, I lifted the appositive in the first line from John Keats (Endymion, Book II, line 198) as it was simply too delicious to pass up as a point of departure.
Heart of the Hunter
by Matt Wallace
I, blind Orion hungry for the morn,
Stumble towards the east lost in sorrow,
Longing for Aurora yet to be born
In the glowing promise of the morrow.
Loving a false maiden was my sole crime
For which my penance was sacrificed sight,
An unjust penalty paid for all time,
So I seek fair Apollo’s healing light.
Aurora come to me, open your heart,
Take my hand and my love, lead me from woe,
One in the new day’s light never to part
And our love the only truth we need know.
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