Cocoon

Frail cocoon, don’t stir too soon, winter’s nearly over An interior life is a superior life, the best that you can hope for Don’t wrestle out, unfurl your wings and flutter out of sight Those branches lie thick with webs to snare you in midflight Moonlight, find me Draw me from the deep I long to be Released Leave the porch light on tonight, the moths will surely gather Confused and frantic, wild and blind, forever ever after Don’t wrestle out, unfurl your wings and flutter out of sight The owls will swoop and pluck you straight out of the sky— Moonlight, guide me Keep me in your reach I live to be Complete Frail cocoon don’t stir too soon, winter’s nearly over An interior life is a superior life, the best that you can hope for