Early In The Morning

Early in the morning, before the sun arrives,
there is an innocence in our harried lives.
Early in the morning, before the traffic crush,
there is an innocence in our maiden blush.
Early in the morning, before the city drone,
there is an innocence in our twilight zone.
Early in the morning, before the busy schemes,
there is an innocence in our secret dreams.
Early in the morning, before the daily press,
there is an innocence in our naked yes.
Early in the morning, before the bluebird sings,
there is an innocence in our quiet things.
Early in the morning, before the ticker-tape,
there is an innocence in our coy escape.
Early in the morning, before the world demands,
there is an innocence in our empty hands.
Early in the morning, before the light of day,
there is an innocence in our disarray.