Day Of Jubilee

In the secret night-time
She comes out to play when the day is done.
Her secret lasts a lifetime
In the pattern of the shame she has begun.
She has begun.

In his mirror she sings, in his soul she plays
She’s shown him all her myriad ways
Her spirit is a song of unintended wrong
And the world when it knows will not pity him for long
Not very long

In the dreary daylight
He puts her love away with the dress she wears.
He tries so hard to stay right
In the swing of things, just to show everyone he cares.
He really care

In his mirror she sings, in his soul she plays
She’s the Venus de Milo in a smiling daze
She’s Deidre in the shadows, mother of all his sorrows
And his wife, when she hears, fears in secret all the things he knows.
The ways her husband goes.

In his double lifetime
She’s warden and mistress of the door he can’t pass through
And so he lives divided
Caught between two worlds never certain what to do
Just what to do.

In his spirit she sings, in his soul she plays
She’s the harlot in the mirror’s solemn gaze
She’s beauty well-displayed, in a sequined gown arrayed
And his wife, when she knows is so empty and afraid
Empty and afraid.

In his mirror she sings in his soul she plays
She’s the Venus de Milo in a smiling daze
She’s Deidre in the shadows, mother of all his sorrows
And his wife when she knows is so empty and alone
Empty and alone, empty and alone
Empty and afraid, empty and afraid.