Toro Nagashi
Your flame flickers briefly,
a parting wink,
while some trick of the river
mimics your laughter.
We stood apart at sunset,
lost in natsukashii;
came together in darkness,
to watch the dead pass on.
Your light has fallen now,
to shadow
beneath the bridge.
Ryan Stone is a freelance writer, guitarist and poet from Melbourne, Australia. He shares his home in the Blue Dandenongs with his wife, two young sons and a German Shepherd. On daily walks through his forest surrounds, he often peers down rabbit holes.
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