Owl Soul

No one here, not a soul
all empty as it seems
but the night of drunken owls
all sleeping in my dreams

Whispering their tales
to each other’s ears
Silent lucid whales
sing a song of years

As bats, whirl and fall
crickets hide in bushes
A poison spider will crawl
inside your hairbrushes

Brush your hair, oh brush
and let the spider in
Your head full on rush
you spin… and spin… and spin

No one here, but an owl
your trapped inside my dreams
No one here, but your soul
and that I have for keeps
to mr. Owl Nightsoul