The Owl

Fly away with your eyes spirit
Spare me from that disarming stare
Keep to the woods and be hidden
And haunt not dreams from there
Though the night seeks your song
And darkness quails in thy flight
Pity those who cannot fly or flee
Yet have to live within your light.

Even if we flee in the night
To seek respite from the brightness
No one escapes the cruelty of memory
Which plague even the sightless
For the morrow brings yet another night
Where as moths all are drawn to
The peril of being in the light.