He fell to the ground
a bullet pierced
and removed
a life too short
yet lived to the full
by a man outspoken for his kind
the humankind
We held our breath
feared the dream and
his spirit would be lost
but
released from its earthly shape
it nested in our dreams
The echoes of his word
loud and clear
as on the first day
in our heads and hearts
I feel his hand in mine
as we stand on the mountaintop.
@EvB
Elizabeth Van Brooks 