The gold-owl

The gold-owl flies
On waves of light,

On his wings he carries
The fearful white.

The great glimmering
Silver skyline

Fades in his fluttering

Beyond space and time.

He stares with stars

And dreams with the moon.
His great vision glares
In the white-eyed noon.

His circular face

And pupils of light
Gaze at space

And contemplate all night.

He is the bright

Halo surrounding rays,
The orbs around light

Are his wide open eyes.

The gold-owl flies
On waves of light,

On his wings he carries
The fearful white.