Owl

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.