A sound I heard, but not defined
Upon the cool night air,
As if someone was in the room,
But I could not see them there.
The plant that graced my writing desk
rustled, as if by breeze,
Yet not a breath of wind I heard
Through the silent garden trees.
A perfume wafted on the air,
I knew the fragrance well,
And then a tiny dancing light
On my open notebook fell.
It hovered on the written word
That spelled great Egypt's name,
And on my hand I saw the glow
From that tiny moving flame.
His lips I felt upon my brow,
That tender last goodbye,
And the dancing light then vanished
But I swear I heard him sigh.
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Love you much. Laura 
