The Night Owl

The lovely hysteria seen through the youthful vision of eyes worn from life's division.

Two loves, the one lost and the one gained.

The scar of the first remained.

Every heart ache of life's indifference showed him his path of life's lofty reference.

A youthful beauty is his preference.

He'll cause the clouds to part in the blink of an eye.

He never likes to witness a damsel cry!

Watching love being born to watch it die.

A genuine portrait to all that succeeds framed so eloquently in pearls and beads.

A crown awaits for favorable deeds.

After the flight into the moon lit air, the wise night owl will perch and stare.

Always a reminder that he'll always be there.