text: 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