Unwritten Song

a song I once dreamed about
still stirs in my bosom
a tender, touching song
radiant as the rose, solemn
as the wind in the wings of love
dancing on the breast of night when love first met
a song of perfect verses in the tune
of woodland music set on the azure shores
of a beautiful moonlit night on the palm beaches
of the African sand remains unwritten yet

it is not too late to write the song now
with the ancient fire that sparked the flames
it is not too late
the ardent lights are alive to illume the brow
as in the days when lips first touched
to keep the dream they dreamed
its not too late for the happy birds to come
in the sunny rain flapping their wings
to hear the words of the unwritten song
what they want is the echo of the love tune
to hear it for the first time deep inside them

and when that unwritten song is heard
that day the evening winds will stand still on the hill
sunset will fire the forest with the unwritten song
and the lyrics of the unwritten song will be heard
with its echo coming to all on leaves and streams