Goodbye

The sunset on the last soul is silence.

Is peace. 

Your outline is stamped
In the light of the trees.
Within the decending
A lining of gold
And the crescent progressing
Is winding upon your mold.
The soft sweeping away

How agile and unsettling.
May it be in your decay
The sky with which you are wrestling.
This last sunset
You can bet will be the one that
Spirit sees you through
Closing into oneness.

~ B