Easy

I am easy,
easy to keep.
Honey, you please me
even in your sleep.
But my arms want to carry.
My heart wants to hold.
Tell me your worries. I want to be told.

Sit, and see how the fog,
from the port in the bay,
lays like snow
at the foot of the Roanoke;

hear the frog, going courting,
till the day he croaks,
saying, even then,
There is light in the river.
There is a river made of light.