The Loon

In the fall, I feel I'm falling Like leaves spinning down this way

Could it be I've found a gentle place to lay

In the rain, I hear her calling Come alive with antiques of pain

The words are loud but the voice I can't play

I'm calling you, the loon is me Not on this lake, don't fly with me

It's getting cold and it's time to go The winter host will turn us away

Where are you, I call I hear my own reply

The sun is down and so am I Caught between the calm and the blood red sky

Here I am, here I am and why

The dark is what we see above Already made my precious plea