A blaze of glory
fades to the southwest
quietly
the wings of darkness
beat west
draining colour from the sky
the lighthouse winks
taking the place
of the distant hills
as I look southeast
whence I came
some days ago
others were also
coming northwest
but never regained
the shores
of their native island
alive
the faint echoes of their cries
continue to haunt
the houses of this island
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