Orion

Eyes unblinking, a fixture of humility and silence
forever more gazed upon with seeming awe yet unreachable.
A curious squinting eye can piece together a biography,
yet one mystery remains:
With blazing stories of yesteryear, why no sound?

Frozen like granite, your emotions unknown
yet so detailed description is unfathomable.
Grounded atop the catherdral of the world we know today
how will the future marvel at your uniqueness?
Uncaring scorn?  Praise?  A cold shoulder, shunning your glory days?

I've looked into your glowing eyes to find the truth I do not understand,
But your answer has always been what I needed to hear:
silence.
An unbaised response to show that individual choices are our own.
Each day is made from the memories of the last
It is our question, it is our answer.

Your message is key: fight the good fight or forgo tomorrow's sunrise.
Your immortality, is it your gift, or a curse?
Or is it your work; to make a child question the question
what mysteries lie in wake.
If you listen, you can hear the winds whisper my answer,
silence.