We walked Outside to a cold winter night Sky To smoke One last cigarette You softly cried I knew why. We found Orion Winter high In the Eastern sky.
There is a dark spot Within his belt Thought forever dark But actually a path To the ancient ancestors Of galaxies past Whose light began Long before Our sun and earth and moon Were born.
We smoked our cigarette Wondered about it all As we always had. And on this night of farewell And cold clear winter skies Orion and it all The only enormity Matched Was this moment of our love And Our last goodbye.