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he didn't sleep for his
final 60 days spent the entire time in a half-life haze he was a star who was about to go for super nova yet He never had a clue how soon it would be all over the happy plans for a new, better life now a stick man moon-tap-dancing instead exit stage right into the arms of partner death how they said you could see his wildly beating heart jumping in the middle of his bony chest life lived for the Man in the Mirror little still reflected but how He hoped for the best yet it would never come Lord, Lord He was our Dreamer a Sparkling Diamond with a hopeful heart and brightly-lit eyes His words our anthems His rhythms altered our lives we flocked to Him like He was Our Good Shepherd leading to a better way and a higher High on High when we saw Him when we heard Him sing we heard Heaven from the point of a Star I wanted to be a star once but it never quite happened perhaps I changed my mind when I think of Him I'm mostly greatly saddened and endlessly quiet within myself I try to imagine what it would be like to live without Stars I've watched meteor showers and though they provided a lovely fireworks sort of view I shunned the inner truth of how giant stars die too and when they do they fall there's no soft landing the sky's forever altered darker somehow and colorless the light extinguished the world grows hushed the birds forget to sing the trees droop and leaves fall until all of it tumbles so far away... gone to a place un-followable the world goes on the music seems a dulled tuneless song and endless bargaining like so many others I felt He was one of us our own even though He grew to outgrow the sum of us it must be a very lonely place indeed success is not success if you do not feel within that you did succeed otherwise success for its own sake is just another endless open-ended want and need I'd like to think when I look up into the blink of night that one among the lantern lights is He and He's finally found His piece of peace. legal copyright for this heart-poem and also for this author/poet/writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title: Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World Written directly to the page, as felt, from a perspective of belated grief and newly discovered fact/knowledge. For MJ, with admiration, empathy and love. July 9 2018/12:54PM PST. Vote for this poem |
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