Before the trumpets...

It was in the night I searched for you.

We were such a secret...

(I know no better!)

That does not mean we became sad,

it was just that the dawn signaled change -

a point of transition;

We did not recognize the string of awareness...

the solo song.

It was in the night I searched for you...

before the trumpets...

before the rest of the world discovered...

you.

It was in the night...

I would stir you awake...

to make love

to chatter sillyness...

to wander over dreamy paths.

Before the trumpets heralded the sun...

we loved.