The Swallows

Where do the swallows go at the brink of dusk?

See, before I didn't know, today I figured out

That when stars start to show, is when feathers turn into gold

That when stars start to show, is when feathers turn into gold

See, I had never seen a star like this one before

For the usual ones usually, fall down in my garden

Leaving broken pieces of glass where I stand

Out of sight, out of reach

Out of sight, out of reach

So I tore, yes I tore my bloodied feet up by their roots

And I watched, yes I watched as my feathers turned into gold