Beloved..
now we know that we know nothing
now that our bright and shining star slip
away from our fingertips.like A Puff of summer
wind.
without notice our dear love can escape doting
embrace to sing our songs among the stars
and walk our dances across the face of the
moon
in the instant that we learn that Michael
is gone,we know nothing
no checks can tell our time and no oceans can
rush our tides..with the abrupt absence of our
treasures..
though we are many,each of us are we are
achingly alone..piercingly alone only when we
confess our Confusion can we remember that
he was a gift to us,,and we did have him..
he came to us from the creator..trailing
creativity in abundance..despite
the anguish of life..he was
shearted in mother's love and
family love and survived and did
more than that..he thrived with
passion, humor style..
we had him..whether we knew who he
was or did not know..he was ours
and we were his we had him..
beautiful..delightful our eyes.he
raked his hat..a slant over..his
brow and took a pose on his toes..
all for us and we laughed
and stomped our feet for him
we were inchained with his passion..
because he held nothing..gave us
all he been given Tokyo..beneath
the Eiffel tower,in Ghana's Black
Star Square..in Johannasburg and
Pittsburg in Birmingham..Alabama
and Birminghan England..we are
missing Michael Jackson..but we do
know we have him and we-
are the world..
