Thursday, July 9, 2009

Goodbye, Michael Joseph Jackson

far upon the forest lawns
he rests his hat, his sequinned glove
his tap shoes all polished bright
no more dance and beat, this long goodnight
he glides a trail upon the moon
mercurial steps that stardust follow
and fairy wings in gentle flight
guide him down the yellow-bricked morrow
home, home, to neverland and then
he finds his peace, he sleeps, he mends
and outlives
the human heart,
mortal memories,
transient time.
he had no end.

- by Jessica
8th July 2009

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