My curtain due west I open To catch twilight before the gloom; What’s left for the Minnesotan I’m spending at full in my room. Time for thought and music ring true While I peer through the window, pray My God, “Not for me, but for you; I turn in for trust all I play.” I leave my very own devices To open my curtains for good; Oh crucifix, take my vices, Burn them to ash as fire would. Now from my open curtain I Sit to see two bunnies on ground; One sets in shade to catch my eye, The other yields, no light is found. I match myself as like that pair; One last look, I look to the sun, Back to dark, I find comfort there And leap to my love all for fun. Such darker paths are of the past Though evil is no easy thing; Such relations will little last, Still the music beats, my heart sings.