October 25, 2011


 Photgraph by Kathleen S. Shattuck

Touch the night and let it cry
  Touch the heart and let it fly
    Touch with heat of pulses sob
      Touch with tips of fingers throb

Catch the moon and cast away
  Catch the stars that lead the way
    Catch with tides our paths will try
      Catch with waves of years gone by

Hold the currents steady now
  Hold the depth of sounding prow
    Hold with muted noise of stern
      Hold with hearts we softly yearn

For Monday
Rest in peace, Ed

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