During Owl Hour

Like a picture from a movie

When surroundings feel so groovy

Shine of bottles on the shelves

Bar feels polished by house elves

Gentleman who pours my drink

Feels like actor on sets link

So refined, so accurate

Just like prince - considerate

Hues of red and orange

Dance on marble floor

Opera in speakers challenge

My taste in classical galore

At home the picture is more subtle

The thoughts that come - fly out like shuttle

And then the taste of finest bourbon

Becomes the voice of farthest urban

The loneliness descends upon me

And this whole masquerade of glee

Transcends in mourning tower

The clock on wall strikes during owl hour

And body dances to the beat

One that I hear now on repeat

That daily death, rebirth and living

Is what my soul strives for in evening

The fade-away - like end of movie

Makes me forget of what does pull me

And all that love, that suffer, kneeling

Would drown in night, before revealing

The new brought challenge with a smile

Given you'll stand for in denial

Then overcome your ego self

And pull that bottle from the shelf

To dance again the beauty

Of faint and shallow duty

Of life's grotesque mayflower

That strikes during owl hour