Elegy for Michael Jackson (1)
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
Did you know the king? Did you listen him sing?
Did you hear his heart breaking like daylight
In each song? Did you see him dance, or bring
Your sense to space invisible wounding his flight?
I was thirteen, just walking away from twelve in
Time when dreams lie broken at the white wall
I heard with his brothers five, and saw him spin
The great magician dancing for each curtain call.
Time spanned dust: a five year old sensation rose
In white clouds with black glory beaming rainbow
"Stop the love you save may your own" had expose
The urgency of his soul: the anathema of scarecrow.
O, but who will listen to the artist's pain? Did you
Stop and think that rage could become so beautiful
On stage? Michael sang and still you had no clue
About the hell he was going through. Twas wonderful
How he became the initiator of our reconciliation. O
"You and I must make a pact, we must bring salvation back
Where there is love, I’ll be there" they sang, and so
All the while building a bridge between White and Black
"I’ll reach out my hand to you, I’ll have faith in all you do
Just call my name and I’ll be there" but we doomed forgot
What cities were burning, and what he was yearning to do
The subtext to greatness has an eternal sorrow for plot.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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