The Owl of Love

I am the owl, the owl of love.

At night, i suck it in, i suck it in.

By the day, the startled morn,

I breathe it out again.

Alone on the branch, the owl of love,

With the stars and the moon

And the moon over cloud.

I take in the souls of the minds of the world

And sift out the weeds from the few.

Breathing it in, breathing it out,

Over again and again and again.

I am speckled like the hare,

I may not breathe again.

Alone on a branch, holding it in,

I sift through the minds and the souls of the world.

I am shattered by the calm.

I may not breathe again.