Exposure

Evensong, the platitudes ring out
To cloak our shame
Tired voices trapped in cups of bells
Descend again

Still I long to catch a glimpse of truth
I know it's there
I've shed my skin, the soft descant of youth
And now I'm bare

Clothe me now before I die here waiting
Clothe me now, it's not too late

Red apple faces, amber shafts of sun
The autumn air
As death approaches winter thoughts migrate
The fate we share