Time spent trying to explain

 Civil Unions hoping to regain

Everybody watching the clock

Beds and Pillows left behind the lock

Pages turned resembling a Bible

Lurking conversations rooting for libel

Stages set and wages bet

Someone knows what we haven’t seen yet

Storms form through sun-filled skies

Lives taken amid and after failed tries

Will it all stop once the horn blows

Falling like the petals of a fade rose

What is there to race to, what finish line

How can one pray without a candle for a shrine

Yet stages are set and wages bet

That someone knows what we haven’t seen yet