Burning to be sung

Standing on the ferry deck
and gazing out across the water,
I feel your golden light:
it decorates the waves
with ribbons of longing.
Heart leaps, and aches, and yearns,
opening to the warmth,
softening as the light spreads
washing through the clouds,
beaming love upon the mountains
til even the hard gray rocks
spring greenly to life.
Somewhere inside, below my ribs
some cells are bursting into flame --
I can feel their song,
burning to be sung.


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