For Otis and Steve

The owl and the pussy cat set sail for the moon And the ripples of their passing played a shiver 'cross my soul As their boat slipped away through the oily tide of time And the wound of their wake closed soft behind their stern And the moon shines a little brighter But what do we do, now they're gone?

Descend into chaos? Repent all our sins? Hide under the blanket Raise a toast or three to absent friends?

Reverberations through the ether Drumming in my dreams

The owl and the pussy cat set sail for the moon No-one lives forever but some boats leave too soon And echoes rebound across the stars Echoes of Sweet Child and Ziggy's guitar, Haunt us who stand here, forlorn on the shore Where the moon on the water reveals nothing more And as the starlight enfolds them, 'Cross the distance I feel

Reverberations through the ether Drumming in my dreams