Walking out to the side of the ship
The wind cold and crisp
looking to see the Moon's reflected light
kissing the ebony sea's surface with caress
Like rolling bright white silk, looking soft to the touch
The edges looking like thousands of camera flashes
I look up to see millions of twinkling dots
of stars long gone, though the beauty remaining
I close my eyes, take a deep breath
And smile, grateful to see something so beautiful before my death.