he never really lived
so in my mind he never actually died
but his kind of character forever lives on within
at least deep inside
he was so unbelievably beautiful with his
indomitable spirit
for the text books for all humanity
what quality he gave to my young life
he absolutely enthralled my senses
made me gasp at his deep inner strength
he was beyond that of just living
he was a light of pure hope
he stood ground for all men alike
his death was imminent yet he embraced the final days
he had on this earth as if they were precious gifts
not doom
he viewed everything with the eyes of a child
his awe could fill a room
which made me hunger to know
to learn what he was like before
before this tragedy that he now sees as salvation
did he possess such a desperate need within himself
to explore
I just can't explain any further
at least not with words any more
but I will try
I'm sorry that I never said this aloud Michael
not even whispered it once while you were still yet
so quietly here
I love(d) you dearest heart
and I know that I will see you again when once from
this physical earth I too am allowed to dearly depart
you know, he asked me not long ago, not to cry for him
when he finally went
for his time here with me though short lived had at least
been well spent
and that he had never learned more from life than he would
or could have ever hoped his only regret being
that he hadn't ever taken a wife
nor brought a child into the world
a small legacy of sorts
which made me wonder could he have possibly been
even for one instant thinking of me when he whispered those
emotion laced soft words with such sweet fading sorrow upon
his last drawn breath
but now I shall never soon know and I have shunned
the morrow for six long months
so very empty since his most tragic and untimely death
good night dear, sweet Michael
I'll not only see you in my dreams but in the heavens
above
for you not only hold my heart, head and hand
but every last drop of my respect and love.........
(written Oct. 29, 1993 am)