Whispering
There's a ghost close to midnight
Cursing as two lips dare part and my teardrops start to bend...
Listening
to the fools in the sunlight
joking at what could have been,
Now there's heartache without end...
See the deacons bent in grief,
The choir dressed in mourning,
teachers crumple and the women grumble,
the preacher issues warnings...
History
"Lovely boy didn't choose right!
Went and shattered all our pure plans!"
See his shame,
not his sin...
Mystery
Both at home on a school night,
Winter chills calm two confused hearts
Sep'rete lovings for the wind...
was a comrade on his knees,
So faithful and adoring,
so he'll touch him and I'll let him love him
And let that be their story...
Glistening,
Proof and hope for a new life,
Earth stays beautiful,
and we'll dance.
Then there's whispering,
Here again.