I met an owl in a dream,
his feathers snowy white.
He swept the cobwebs from my eyes
And introduced the night.
The night in all its glory
held secrets of my past
and truths once so obscure to me
came vividly at last.
And hanging in the branches
where the breeze did gently blow,
the silver moon was dripping
to light the ground below.
When down upon my feet it shone,
its warmth enlightened me
and futures I had yet to live
came forth to caution me.
Each moment that we live and breathe,
each moment that we share,
remain forever tangled
with each moment of despair.
If we can bring to others each
one moment wrought of gold,
the futures that we seek and plan
will not for naught unfold.
In owl song I learned of this
and in the owl I saw
such truths as now I hold so dear,
my cobwebs in his claw.