The Cold, Warm Night

An owl prowls at our advance,
We fly at his whisper.

Octopuses of light,
Jetting ink of rainbow
In our flustered eyes.
Dancing, like drunken crusaders
With the infidel of lethargy
Beneath our chameleon feet.

Blonde waves crashed
Against the night
By a loud wind.
Dark snakes hissed
With a pure white voice
As they learned the names
Of the stars.

An owl prowls at our advance,
We fly at his whisper.

No more saints,
No more incense;
Not tonight.
Tonight, wisdom
Is half-naked.

The valleys sleep
As we sleep
With our dreams
Around our waists.

The olive trees
Lost their fruit,
The nameless soil
Found them
At our feet.
We lived the life
Of free spirits,
Together
For the first time.

An owl prowls at our advance,
We fly at his whisper.

We speak
In images and darkness
Because we don't know
Anything else.
It's all so lovely.