Passing

 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