No bearings required <br />instinct is his guide <br />as the hunter tracks back to his love. <br /> <br />His limbs scratched and torn <br />he’s blended his form <br />skin caked in the wild’s blooded mire. <br /> <br />He’s man against beast <br />seeking solace and peace <br />in a place where hostility reigns. <br /> <br />He’s dusk and he’s dawn <br />Gaia’s cloth is his warmth <br />as he strips himself bare like the trees. <br /> <br />Crossing ridges and streams <br />through a trail of lost dreams <br />he finds his way back to what’s true. <br /> <br />An intruder no more <br />tired, weary and sore <br />it’s the light of Orion that shines <br /> <br />Weighed down by his kill <br />his strength is distilled <br />shouldering burdens that carry him through. <br /> <br />Her Orion, her torch, <br />her wilderness sought <br />he’s the one that has captured her heart. <br /> <br />No bearings required <br />instinct is his guide <br />as this hunter tracks back to his love.<br /><br />Iris Blue<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hunter-30/
