Fly Like the Owl

Fly like the owl
Pursue me with passion
Hunt like the hawk
And strike to succeed
Be not like the crow
Or strut as a peacock
For one is all talk
The other flaunts pride

Run like the wind
The squall at your back
Sit amongst lovers
To warm for a while
Sift through the sand
To find your footprints
For you are the cure
To your own path of pain

If you ask for one kiss
I’ll give you nine
Once you can find me
With both eyes closed
I’ve planted inside me
A seed from your heart
Fear not the darkness
Fly like the owl

Love Song of an Old Buzzard

It’s not that you keep me well hidden,
or, things that I do are forbidden,
its each time you label me, I shrink,
like a thought once it’s written down in ink.
Why limit my life’s possibility,
telling me now just how I ought to be?
I yearn the full spectrum of chance;
bright rainbows around which to dance.
Each time you tag me you darken my day.
I lose my pink and my green fades away.
When multiples switch to divisible
only light can make colours visible.
My one piece of proof that the sun still shines
are little brown freckles that float through my mind.
Like the love song of an old buzzard
you sing to the sunset of time.

It's not that I scorn the cave sleeper;
and I fall down hard but I’m no cliff leaper.
It’s each time you shade me with doubt
I feel cold exclusion; I’m all blackened out.
Why limit the heat of my flame
when I’m trying to make this burning my aim?
I’d carry my candles up to your alter;
I’d burn for you and I’d never falter
but each time you blow out my day,
everything white turns to everything grey.
I could move mountains or sit stare at stones
but I won’t live here in shadows alone.
My one piece of proof that the sun still shines
are little brown freckles that float through my mind.
Like the love song of an old buzzard
you sing to the sunset of time.