Butterflies and Sleepless Nights

Two worries rode the night horses, Too many butterflies flying, body trembling. How do I retrieve some lost information? “Be still, I am watching over you!” Why didn’t the pharmacy call? Why didn’t the doctor call? How should it be handled, my head is squeezing. “Be still, I am watching over you!” Black turned to gray, though the butterflies crowded; The day must be faced, cannot be halted? What do I do to solve these problems, “Be still, I am watching over you!” Oh, on the way to the kitchen I see my notes, The lost information was never lost, A few butterflies began to sleep; “Be still, I am watching over you!” After coffee I called the pharmacy; The medicine was there; The doctor had called. “Be still, I was watching over you.” Will I have learned in the dark of tomorrow? That the problems didn’t exist, Will the butterflies be at rest, And You will be watching over me with love.