to soul places

The light, dying, shone upon the water, and

Waged a final war against the

Gathering darkness.

A brilliant, valiant fight that

Spilled bloody red across the sky.

I close my eyes.

Behind me a chorus of mating calls.

I breathe.

In front of me the roar of white water crashing on sand.

I taste the salt on my lips.

And I struggle to burn in my being

The soundtrack of this sea.

When my Night comes to me,

Let this be my final memory.

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