Departed

More than a thousand
silhouettes against the sky,
the sea moves.
The moon, in a dream, burns.
The fire spreads to the horizon,
burning silhouettes and shadows.
Goodbye, darkness.
The tide is behind me,
cold as the night.
I walk on toward
the inevitable loneliness
of living, dying
and I am
happy.

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