Leonard
The way a master can.
You must have known, your gilded throne,
was crumbling whilst you sang,
your last laments and quiet intents,
the way a master can.
You picked your day to go away,
and melted in the mist,
you’ll never die, we’re left to cry,
your presence will be missed.
You played so hard the cosmic yard,
unwrapping histories,
and taught us life’s illusion,
in unraveled mysteries.
Hand in hand your band disband,
your hat lies in the ring,
your smile is tattooed on my mind,
with words you’ll always sing.
They asked Bob Dylan weeks ago,
your El Dorado, and he said,
the greatest thing a man could have,
is one minute in Leonard’s head.
You’ve touched me deep within my soul,
and shown me the way,
the piece de resistance of poetry,
will never go away.
As you wing across the sky,
I watch your whimsical way,
the smile of style and sanctity,
will always make my day.
Many moons you plied your tunes,
in Hydra by the sea,
you’ll always stay in my heart,
you’re my epitome.
©
David Rudder
12th November 2016
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