saved by the cruel wisdom of intuition

held by praying wings of an owl
with a heart of broken infinities  
and eyes of blue that stole  
the happy ending from the tragedies  
  
that rule the innermost of fears  
that ugly beast from deep and long ago  
linked to a different sphere  
wearing an ancient mask to hide to show  
   
the lasting heritage of what you know  
ready to change and ready to grow  
out of its slowly fading pre-echo  
into a strangely wide and open glow  
that becomes your new tomorrow