Saturday, 24 August 2013

The Skyrian Owl

What makes the sound
That wakes me up? - the unseen sound
Its depth; it talks; it cannot talk
I close my mind and find the place
Where a half-moonlit owl exists and there's
The same - the need to speak - 
To seek - 
The longed-for echo
Of your sound
To prove you're there:
I wait for his reply, and then I sleep.

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