I passed beneath the bridge today
close by the place you once called home,
and I sensed your latent footprints
still lingering upon the stone.
I wonder . . . did you pass that way,
mysteriously, in the night,
as guardian angels carried you
across the galaxies toward light?
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 24, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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