Raking Dusk

It's that time again
As the planes fly over and I
Think about it

Wet wings stretching through the night
Too far for me to hold

Just the sound as loud as a growl
Quite a whisper once you try to close your ears
The souvenir of old

But my eyes stay open
They can't ignore the pendulum
How it swang like the door
Slammed into me

They're supposed to swing
Just not like expectation

They fly and flutter and fan
And it's a harp to you
The gliding sound that draws me near
The one I no longer hear

And it opens again
Leaves start blowing in
Just when you want to leave
On summer swings