(to MJ, with more love)
(based on his poem "Planet Earth", found in his 1992 poetry collection "Dancing the Dream")
Planet Earth, not a home, not a place
A capricious anomaly that's lacking your grace
Planet Earth, how can I just
Pretend he's just another speck of dust
My eyes fill with tears, then start to bust
I feel like metal, bound to rust
Without you, dear, there's a steep, steep void
I float on by lonely, like an asteroid
This world's too cold without your soft hue
It's held together with a crummy glue
Your lyrics, loving and alive, it's true,
Have worked their magic on nights too blue
I miss it all, your amazingly-played part
Of living out love, a walking, breathing heart
It's your art that brings me to feel whole
It's no fair you're not here; where is your soul?
In my being I know the mystery
You've taken your talents and brought them to rewrite history
A quiet power surged through your blood
And your compassion bled from you to us, a flood
I can just about make out your dances in the storm
And in the honeysuckles hedges, there is your form
Your salt's in my wounds, the bitter, the sweet
I miss your elusivity, your passion, your heat
And though we'd never met, I know so deeply your taste
My feelings flow out in a hurried haste
Your beauty is why, when, how
I know I really do miss you now
Planet Earth, how can I just
Pretend he's just another speck of dust
My eyes fill with tears, then start to bust
I feel like metal, bound to rust
Without you, dear, there's a steep, steep void
I float on by lonely, like an asteroid
The world's too cold without your soft hue
It's held together with a crummy glue
Your lyrics, loving and alive, it's true,
Have worked their magic on nights too blue
I miss it all, your amazingly-played part
Of living out love, a walking, breathing heart
It's your art that brings me to feel whole
It's no fair you're not here; where is your soul?
Michael, a part of me dies daily without you
With all my heart, I do love and miss you
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SUNSHOWERS
Non-FictionA book of poetry. A book of tears. A book of blood and sweat, too. A book to hold me. Will you let it hold me?