The melodious sound
Of a forlorn trumpet
Sounding out at night
Dreaming of you my winsom friend
Sitting with me under the moon
Wondering what will happen in the end
The fascination of your smile
The lingering words in my mind I file
So I can keep and maintain memories of you
And still I hear the trumpets meandering tune
And the night seems to be full of the blues
Yet the colourful lights carry me off too
A place of happiness and a living mood
Music is always dancing within my soul
It has the ability to take control
Before losing me in a spiritual flow
That heightens my dreams and love of you in truth
And meanwhile as we are entwined and embrace
Under the stars we hear the trumpet as it still plays
And in its notes and its rhymes
I sense that this is much more than fantasy time.
fauxcroft 
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