Dear Friend on a Bridge

When I found out that a good friend was terminally ill I drew this picture and jotted down these words to accompany the picture. I had no conscious plan when writing and I found the words somewhat obtuse and abstract, my mind was trying to tell me something perhaps.

I reflect on these words again today after further sad news about my friends’ condition. I have no platitudes or euphemisms today just emotion.

For my friend Ian.

I saw you standing on the bridge

You were waving

Now you’re out of reach

The memory so vivid, it’s amazing

We were on a stage the spotlight glaring

Five years later I saw a photograph

There was a light above our heads, a halo blazing?

We were always the underdog, defiantly remaining
Sometimes things don’t knit together

But you’re still standing there dear brother, waving or crossing the bridge

What does it mean?