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