Untold. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sun will fade, the day will cease,
And we, like leaves, will find our peace.
The thoughts we hold, a secret hoard,
A universe, yet unexplored.

The tales that dance within our soul,
The dreams that made our spirit whole,
Will vanish with a silent sigh,
Unspoken, as we say goodbye.

Not for lack of words to share,
Or stories rich beyond compare.
But maybe no one turned the key,
Or asked the question, 'Please tell me.'

The deepest thoughts, the quiet quest,
The burdens held within the breast,
Remain a whisper in the air,
Because the right words weren't put there.