Glory Song

The song was truly golden,
And shone brilliant vibrancy.
It trilled through the night;
Almost illusionary in crushed velvet dark.
.
The singer I was blind to.
Though I looked all around me.
But the song was blatant,
As obvious as the sun.

It was delicate to my ears,
Audible lace woven of clefs and notes.
Fragile, yet indestructible,
Built of gusty breezes.

The song wasn’t mine.
I claim not the ownership.
But joyous and faithful,
I take up the refrain