Colored Visions

Colored Visions

by Bud Lemire in 2001

 

On an October night, into my room she came

With a happy attitude, and Yazza was her name

I felt her wonderful spirit, in her words and in her voice

And knew that her entrance, was much more than by choice

Before I knew it, I was looking into her eye

And I saw within a vision, of a beauty I could not deny

But there was much more, hidden from my view

Her spirit was a special one, I could feel it too

She said that she used colors, to see what she could see

And she said that she saw green, when she thought of me

Those are the qualities of a healer, that is what you do

She said her own color in dreams, was the color blue

She left my room one night, but I did not know why

I was feeling sadness, and my soul it sure did cry

She came to my rescue, taking away my blues

There there came a phone call, that brought her some bad news

It was the clinic, telling her Cancer was her fate

Gazing out the window, her response was very late

For now she was the sad one, with so much on her mind

I struggled with the right words, the ones that I could find

I tried to make her laugh, as I knew that she was sad

She laughed and cried and blew her nose, and said that she was glad

Now she had serious issues, on how she really felt

And she must watch the cards of life, to see what would be dealt

Taking the time to appreciate, all that she can be

And see the colors of the world, the beauty of a tree

Looking out the window, taking in each scene

Through her colored visions, through her eyes of green

I don't know what forces, brought her to me that night

All I know is there was a reason, to share her guiding light

Were you to guide me, or was I to guide you

Or were we to guide each other, the green and the blue