Good Moaning to you, Day fellas! I am an owl of its dreams. Tell me yours and I will tell you ,'you're no better at these'.
Gather around and listen to my chosen pain. The pain of His time on my scale and hands still empty of a touch that makes you rest.
Restless nights you have had. Dream! Dreams! Dream! Oh, Day fellas! I forget before I dream. For I am an owl of its dreams.
Melancholious passions, thou findeth me. Tell them of those dreams I dreamt when I was awake. Tell them of the rest I placed, when they rested in dreams.
Melancholious delusions, its them, thou hast found. Oh! Day Fellas. The Day is a lover of the Night, so is the Night to the Day.
They are both my lovers and I cheat on them. I cheat with dreams and visions. I cheat with the truth, weighty reality. They protrude into its future. For I am an owl of its dreams.
Wake up! Day Fellas. For The night has come. Sleep! Day Fellas. When the day is done. You're the nightwatch of your dreams.