It seems... he's left us

bakagi

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Tonight I was looking out the window and I saw the stars. They usually remind me of Michael anyways now, but tonight I saw one star that seemed to twinkle brighter than the rest...

It seems…
Despite our youthful notion that he was more
Than a man,
He was
Peter Pan.
It seems... he has left us
Alone, and searching for something we cannot retrieve
At first we grieve, what else can we do?
When it seems…he’s departed
He was our light, our faultless inspiration,
But like every creature in all of creation …
An ending must come to him too.
Although it seems he was ‘here one day’
And ‘Gone one night,’
We must find some consolation
That he’s off to his own
Second star
To the right.

-kb


--thanks for the nice comments :)
 
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That's beautiful, I love it. :)
The stars, and anything beautiful always makes me think of Michael.
It hurts that now when I look at the stars I can't think that Michael could also be looking up at the sky at the same time as me.
BUT I can know now that he is now up there in Heaven, I can imagine him dancing on the clouds, even though we all still want him back on earth with us.:cry:
Maybe his light in Heaven gives the stars an extra twinkle now.
I especially love the 'He was our light, our faultless inspiration' line in your poem, it's so true. :)
 
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i though i'd do another one.. untitled. i hope you like it.

....::.....:::.....::.....:::.....::.....
Never was there one so enchanting,
And never once more will there be.
Let me begin with his voice—
It didn’t resemble bells or chirps of a bird,
No, his voice was far too exquisite to compare to these
Seemingly lovely sounds.
His charming tenor had the command to ease the conscience
Of the most burdened soul.

In the faintest smile of a child,
He showed us delight.
In the slightest beating of a heart,
He showed us vitality.
In the face of the softest melody,
He showed us harmony.

And even more a marvel were his eyes.
One glance into them,
Like an infinity of bliss, all the while,
Aching with melancholy;
Simultaneously sweetened in his chocolate gaze.
 
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