If it shakes you out your sleep at night with its strange and mournful howl,
Spend nights wandering til dawn's day break, so electric with its sound.
If your head floats among the rafters, collecting pearls of dewey visions,
And when they pour from you like raindrops filled with twinkling light and sacred wishes.
And if you can't rest til you've bottled your own potion of this power, Here's to hunting down the dreams that haunt your heart and all your hours.
If it tirelessly paces across floorboards of your creaky mind,
If it eclipses your horizon like bats inking out a milky sky,
A time that's always on its way but seeming never to arrive,
Here's to chasing it down from the inside out, here's to doing it despite.
And if you can't rest til you've bottled your own potion of this power,
Here's to hunting down the dreams that haunt your heart and all your hours.
So raise your arrow,
Raise your bow.
I am the hawk that stalks the sparrow whose sweet song torments it so,
In a spiral sweeping low.
I am the hunter who seeks a beast whose image only she can know,
Raise your arrow raise your bow.