The owls came at night
Flying out of shadows in your dream
Calling you back to moonlight reverie
These sunny days
Sometimes defeat your inner dreaming
As present time steals from you
Past pain or wild imagining
The birth place of creative schemes
And wise old owls are needed to remind you
How you lost the way to your night world of inner vision
Where under the soft light of the moon
Things of depth become apparent
Important secrets hidden
In places unbidden
Obscured by shadows
Defeated by day
And the dawning of
The sun’s harsh rays
Emerging From The Dark Night 
This flows so smoothly, so darkly and gently. I love it! x
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Thanks so much Caz… Certain poems of mine hang around in drafts so long as the critic tells me they aren that good. Bloody critic. 🙂
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