The Prism of my Vision
A tribute to my dear departed friend Wendy Williams.
Since she’s gone, I ponder on,
the journey and the end,
In the prism of a vision,
The loss of a great friend.
A writer and a fighter,
she always wore a smile,
even in adversity,
in her unique style.
As I reflect and recollect,
the times we shared together
the decision to select,
one and not the other.
Then on cue I wander through,
a door I walked before,
through the ways I now appraise,
though wonder what it’s for.
I have an urge and inkling
and like the sea and shore,
the waves that keep on coming,
open and close another door.
When they close, I suppose
I can’t come back again,
in the prism of my vision,
I just count up to ten.
Then say hello because I know,
my temperament has changed,
my clothing and appearance,
my life’ been rearranged.
That’s the way of the world,
the way it’s bound to be,
I apprise in my disguise,
yet underneath it’s me.
Now on cue I wander through,
fact fiction and illusion,
never quite knowing who I am,
nor reaching a conclusion.
Mystery surrounds the myths,
the moments and the hours,
some stay secret others, slaves,
peep from their ivory towers.
I lost a lovely friend last week,
Wendy was brave and bold,
she wouldn’t bend to the end,
now she’s came in from the cold.
I wear a smile and for a while
stop once more and reminisce
Wendy changed me forever
a smile I’ll never miss.
That was 3-years ago,
to this very day,
in the prism of a vision
in my heart she’ll always stay.
©
David Rudder
26th August 2020
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