Although Mr. Jackson died more than three months ago, it feels like it was just yesterday. Time passes so quickly that we fail to realize it. However, no matter how much time passes, everyday you and I will live on feeling like we have lost a part of us; a part of us that meant so much even though we barely acknowledged its presence in our heart. Only after his death did we recognize this presence, embrace it, and love it. With this being said, I would like to present a short (but meaningful) poem dedicated to that presence and to Michael.

Dance Upon the Moon
7.7.09

Yesterday we grew tired of the Sun.
Ignoring the harvests he once gave,
We yearned for rain.

Today the clouds have gathered,
Veiling our Sun,
Leaving us only to long for him again.

Forever we shall remember the sunset,
For he lets us
Dance upon the Moon.