MJLover
07-02-2009, 11:04 PM
Hadde egentlig lyst til å lese dette diktet opp når vi hadde minnestund, men entertainment startet og jeg ville ikke drepe stemningen ;)
Det har tittelen Ocean, og forteller oss fans: We should not grief Michael's death, rather embrace it and celebrate his legacy. Fikk hjelp av en venn som skrev de to siste stanza'ene (vers heter stanza i dikt).
Ocean
Who knew the length of this leap you’d take?
Where no stone so slippery made you fall,
No burden so heavy it forced you to crawl.
A million lights reflection gave you strength.
Now your soul whips its way through nature,
Returning to the peaceful sanctuary whence it came.
Sped up by our joy and our positive rain.
But I implore our grief to be short in length.
Those left behind will bathe in your ocean,
Filled by your bleeding thought, seeped and shed,
Filled by your hardship, toil and sweat.
Filled by your love, leaving the water pure and clean.
The fog of meaning is made no clearer;
No loss was fainter and yet stronger felt
By you and me, our impressed memory
Molten, for which we can only love you dearer.
Today was swift and delicate my tears,
But no more tears will flow when we recall
The joy your smile has brought to us all,
when we know your music never wears.
You asked Him once in darkness and despair,
Now He and we forever will be there.
Poster det her og ikke i Artistisk Utfoldelse med tanke på at emnet er hans død.
Det har tittelen Ocean, og forteller oss fans: We should not grief Michael's death, rather embrace it and celebrate his legacy. Fikk hjelp av en venn som skrev de to siste stanza'ene (vers heter stanza i dikt).
Ocean
Who knew the length of this leap you’d take?
Where no stone so slippery made you fall,
No burden so heavy it forced you to crawl.
A million lights reflection gave you strength.
Now your soul whips its way through nature,
Returning to the peaceful sanctuary whence it came.
Sped up by our joy and our positive rain.
But I implore our grief to be short in length.
Those left behind will bathe in your ocean,
Filled by your bleeding thought, seeped and shed,
Filled by your hardship, toil and sweat.
Filled by your love, leaving the water pure and clean.
The fog of meaning is made no clearer;
No loss was fainter and yet stronger felt
By you and me, our impressed memory
Molten, for which we can only love you dearer.
Today was swift and delicate my tears,
But no more tears will flow when we recall
The joy your smile has brought to us all,
when we know your music never wears.
You asked Him once in darkness and despair,
Now He and we forever will be there.
Poster det her og ikke i Artistisk Utfoldelse med tanke på at emnet er hans død.