Seated At Day's Edge Poem by Marck Riggins

I took my seat at day's edge,
Where night would turn sun off,
Soon stars come out in silent shout,
With moon's amber aloft.

In hope to cope and seize such days,
through pallid waves from black,
I stood to hold such moments known,
prayed Time returned friends back.

The glow of youth has faded long,
ahead my days unsure.
I know a love, whose hands above,
framed worlds unknown, yet pure...

(Written for Peter Ford
Jan 28 2014)