Goddess of the Mist

Evening Owl

On a balmy night you’re in my sight
on the highest tree branch you alight 
whispering winds stroke ruffled wings
in your haunting call my senses delight

A stranger, you come but once a year
you’re a portent of luck though in some cause fear
russet raptor of doom gazing down on tombs
your intentions remain unclear

On widow-making branches you linger
as you scan the necropolis, the bringer
of a serene surprise most will not realize
invader from a mystic realm, the ultimate infringer

For it is not from this world you come, no
from somewhere dreams are undone
and I welcome you here, my clever seer
and to your spectral customs I succumb

My feathered friend, you inspire contemplations
in the mystery behind your eyes, soul-searching observations
there are no words to say nor need for talk
we’ll spend our nights in star-gazing meditations

Always at home in the shadows are you and I
furiously fighting against the wind, tormented hearts undisciplined
to the ways of a world we will never fit in
taking comfort in the awakening of our eyes
in the truths we uncover, you are infinitely wise