Burial at Sea


Mourn in the light.

Not solitary ghosts,

but sparks


in the vast black

to chase away darkness.

Each light

draws another,

shimmering through water,

blazing off

granite cliffs,


a solemn moment.

Even when the sky

burns clear,

the conflagration

draws life to it.

No grief

suffers alone,

but it is met

by all life in kind.

Pure white,

the passage lit.

The great exhale

and the waves


on some distant shore.



DJR – 2023

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