Velvet Coil

The chimney swifts are scratching at the sky again Dusk weighs heavy and blue on the leaves I am at my loneliest when you're here Holding a mirror To the dark river that runs within me I don't want to talk, I want to hold still So I don't spill the contents I've been trying so hard to keep it filled No lights on in this room Just the outline of how I ruined the evening With my whine All will be forgiven in time, but as the sky drops now Into the prowling crouch of night I don't want to talk, I want to hold still Like a hawk in mid-air, the wind Folding in place to hold me there What it must feel like to ride the air That velvet coil That velvet coil