Thursday, June 25, 2009

Love you, MJ

Like most people, I'm deeply saddened by MJ's death.
Another unwanted reminder that life gives us no guarantees.

I always hoped that he would bounce back. As a popstar. As a person. I'm secretly hoping that he had his quiet moments with his maker. And that God's amazing grace, drew him to a place of reconciliation. That's all it takes. A moment.

what follows is a song that has always haunted me.

as you read it. say a prayer. That Michael would moonwalk again ... all the way home.




Gone too soon - Michael Jackson.


Like a comet
Blazing 'cross the evening sky
Gone too soon

Like a rainbow
Fading in the twinkling of an eye
Gone too soon

Shiny and sparkly
And splendidly bright
Here one day
Gone one night

Like the loss of sunlight
On a cloudy afternoon
Gone too soon

Like a castle
Built upon a sandy beach
Gone too soon

Like a perfect flower
That is just beyond your reach
Gone too soon

Born to amuse
To inspire to delight
Here one day
Gone one night

Like a sunset
Dying with the rising of the moon
Gone too soon
Gone too soon

5 comments:

Sudhir Pai said...

lovely tribute! And I loved gone too soon, and every other song from the dangerous album. 'gone too soon' was something special though. very apt. god bless MJ.

ckk said...

oh i miss him too.... cant believe it...

will always remember him.....

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written... Miss you MJ. No matter what, the world can never witness another king of pop like him.
Reminds me of what he said once, if you're loved when you're born and loved when you're leaving...the rest in between can be dealt.
I guess, this is what makes this icon a soulful moon walker...
sigh!

Sue said...

Its interesting how so many people care about him and pay tribute to him now that he is dead...he had almost disappeared into oblivion in the last few years of his life

Makes me think about how death can make the world miss you again.

Sudhir Pai said...

Nice point, Suchi!

Was thinking why death can make the world miss you again. I guess it's because life, your own or of somebody else, is taken for granted.