Close The Shutters

You bemoan any disturbances the glowing of a wintery moon the gentle morning birdsong the dandelion seeds drift on the breeze you bemoan any disturbances and I say please - please - please Every day, every moment is a gift. Give by God, even the paper moon, the April crocus, the swooning swan, the cooing dove, the mooing cow. A mockingbird mimicking the songs of other birds they all give thanks, so why don't you? You bemoan any disturbances and I say please - please - please every day, every moment is a gift given by God, just-ask-the eel or the water snake hissing in the lake- of your heart reflecting the sun, then ask what I can do for you. You then point to the window, Darling - 'close the shutters.' Put another 'cover on the bed.' And darling, just you come to bed. And I'll show you - that all this? Nonsense resides only in your head. Now my heart is discombobulated and I'm lost for words sleeping in your arms.