When flames dance and beauty sings
When the heavens open and this heart sings
When in perfect dance and perfect note
When golden reflections start to billow
And these ashes in the middle of the night
They stir like whispering feathers
And candles lit in the dead of night
That would burn to a passion uncontained
With fragrance of incense in the air
A journey on beaches that once were black
Now glowing in the morning break
The night has become the dawn
Under starry skies
A new song has begun to be sung
The morning…
JG
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