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