Who? Ones of profound thought, like echoes are heard,
Who? Creatures with feathers, your secrets they hold.
Who! Inexplicable sounds from a whimsical bird.
Who! In the sunset glow, dream owls with feathers of gold.

Their dreams express desire as wishes take flight.
A capricious ambition, a terpsichore in the air,
In the dreams’ dance, a mystery muse is alight.
The unseen is carried on these wings so rare.

I contemplate their purpose, their origin unknown,
Enigmatic susurration in the depths of thought,
In the complexity of dreams, a mystery is sown.
In their profound reverberation sentiment is sought.

I wish to understand, to navigate the labyrinth they make
Every time I see them, they greet me in my mental clime,
Yet the nature of these visitors is a secret they create.
In the dream world, where wishes and reality entwine.

Each visitor of Golden Wings brings a narrative in visions.
To extend the moment they compose a timeless blend.
In the dreams we dream, one makes decisions–
to watch them in night’s embrace, as they transcend.

Disoriented imagery in the mind’s space to explore,
In the mind’s hollows–where fantasies and feathers align.
Let the dream linger, I ask of them, forever and more.
A longing so fine, like whispers–in the dawn of time.

A whimsical vision, golden dream owls are a fantastical sight,
Complex emotions take to the council, for the heart to enshrine.
In the mind’s hollows with the owls, imagination takes flight.
Dreamers join parliament, as dreams with the world combine.