A song

A song,

A very beautiful song,

of such subtlety

that I fear

singing it wrong!

So intricately composed

Golden laced words

so aptly prosed,

Chords so resonant

a soulful reprise

of peace and contentment!

The song still remains,

unsung, unexpressed

holding with it

the best emotions suppressed,

I wonder if it ever manifests?

Maybe on a Utopian day

When stars shine more

a little more brighter

is every sun ray,

Or the song is such fated

that it will never speak its story

and die down silently
with its unsung glory?