The Owl of Love

I am the owl, the owl of love.
At night, i suck it in, i suck it in.
By the day, the startled morn,
I breathe it out again.
Alone on the branch, the owl of love,
With the stars and the moon
And the moon over cloud.
I take in the souls of the minds of the world
And sift out the weeds from the few.
Breathing it in, breathing it out,
Over again and again and again.
I am speckled like the hare,
I may not breathe again.
Alone on a branch, holding it in,
I sift through the minds and the souls of the world.
I am shattered by the calm.
I may not breathe again.