Sad, knowing what was said
Applied silence, metaphor for a friend
Saving the grace we dote, is ours, for lead
To the worthier cope, coping so softly to amend

New lovers with a stoic plan
See the guests in the light
A winking wager, to tell a story so ancient
That they slept in the now, with stray eyes might

We dance in the know...
A happier strength, than a callous lip let
We will swear, by the many and the owe
We gave time a breath in between, sincerity and such, met

Golden heed, of a weary need
Found in the proper way we few, and become
The tout of privilege and its best, blessing a we've
To keep a better behalf, than us, the other side of giving love

So whispers in the night...
Have a moment to tell the could, courage grows
Strictly the cares of another, is a waiting hope right
About the stars themselves, to ask the world if it is all right to know...