A Sleep: The Owl Makes His Offer

Quiet whispers ring from a house that sits on 15th Street. An open window prayer to the night where flock And feather meet. And she knows the cost lettered out in amber Light. Signals of a séance help her wounded Hands take flight. And if you ask her she would lie, Say she was happy where she was. But even charlatans and rogues can see the distance That she longs. And so diving on myself, fifty feet towards the Night. Quiet cracks the northern air hung by Streetlights in the sky. Well in a pattern pleated bold, I didn't know the furies there of fire 'til I met you. But now I've met you and I. Do I have the strength or is it just Your words calling me out? 'Cause now I feel you. Now I feel you and I. And the air only flies in the night and Says, "Silent. Don't be silent." And Piece piece by by piece, piece, hope hope Can can break. break, People people break break and In-so can I. But I need the sky to-You need the Sky Stay up inside you. You. Manifest in black eyes, distant cries inside The night like beacon lights. Hollowed out inside. Help me come to life. And the air only burns in the night. It says, "Violence, don't be Silent." 'Cause your voice will lift through the sound of His Hate. Violence, don't be silent. You won't break me. Bring me bring this war. Bring this war. And the hour only flies. And the night is silent. Silent, don't be Silent. 'Cause Shavon will dance to the sound of his Dreams. Silent, don't be Silent. Sad though is the sorrow without grieving for the Dead. The lamps are out of midnight oil, Once lovers and once friends. Now the jury's hung, no kingdom comes, So home to pay the rent. Let us gather round the fire once more and Sing while light is left. Sad though is the sorrow without grieving for the Dead. The lamps are out of Midnight oil, once and once friends. Now the jury's hung, no kingdom comes, So home to pay the rent. Let us gather round the fire once more and Sing while light left. Sad though is the, sad though is the sorrow Without grieving for the dead. The lamps are out of midnight oil, Once lovers and once friends. Now the jury's hung, no kingdom comes, So home to pay the rent. Let us gather round the fire once more and Sing. Sing Sing while while light light is is left Left