When babies smile - Michael Jackson

When dreamers dream and kiss their lover

And rainbows weave and splash their color

Those are moments so gloriously alive

We take the plunge, take the dive

Into the abyss

We are suspended awhile

Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments when fate is unsealed

Nothing is impossible and we are healed

We can soar, we can fly

Walk on fire, navigate the sky

In the light of a glittering star

There’s no distance, nothing is far

Those are moments of innocent guile

In the glow

We are suspended awhile

Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments when the heart is tender

When seascapes gleam in magnificient splendor

When the laughter of Heaven reverberates the Earth

And we are renewed in a new birth

In a timeless Eternity

In the angels’ fraternity

We romp and roll

The playground of our soul

In the twilight

We are suspended awhile

Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments we’re one with God

All is well, nothing is odd

In silent reflection

We feel our perfection

We are the source, we are the crucible

Nothing can hurt us, for we are invincible

There is no sin, there is no sinner

We can only win, we have felt the glimmer

In the bliss

We’re floating awhile

Those are moments when babies smile.

Kingdoms topple, lose their class

Civilizations crumble, ages pass

Turbulent tempests ravage the seas

Violent killings, despite our pleas

But dewdrops sparkle when children play

Tyrants cry, there’s nothing to slay

Fairies dance and globins sing

All are crowned, all are king

In the Garden

We frolic awhile

Those are moments when babies smile.

- Poems published in Michael's (1992) Dancing the Dream

Quantum Leap - Michael Jackson

I looked for you in hill and dale
I sought for you beyond the pale
I searched for you in every nook and cranny
My probing was at times uncanny
But everywhere I looked I found
I was just going round and round
In every storm, in every gale
I could hear your silent tale

You appeared wherever I went
In every taste, in every scent
I thought I was in a trance
In every quiver I felt your dance
In every sight I saw your glance
You were there, as if by chance

Even so, I have faltered
Despite the fact, my life has altered
All my doubts were struggles in vain
Of judgments made in memories of pain
Only now, by letting go
I can bask in your glow
No matter where I stray or flow
I see the splendor of your show
In every drama I am the actor
In every experience the timeless factor

In every dealing, every deed
You are there, as the seed
I know now, for I have seen
What could have happened could have been
There is no need to try so hard
For in your sleeve you hold the card
For every fortune, every fame
The Kingdom's here for us to claim
In every fire, every hearth
There's a spark gives new birth

To all those songs never sung
All those longings in hearts still young
Beyond all hearing, beyond all seeing
In the core of your Being
Is a field that spans infinity
Unbounded pure is the embryo of divinity
If we could for one moment BE
In an instant we would see
A world where no one has suffered or toiled
Of pristine beauty never soiled
Of sparkling waters, singing skies
Of hills and valleys where no one dies

That enchanted garden, that wondrous place
Where we once frolicked in times of grace
In ourselves a little deep
In that junkyard in that heap
Beneath that mound of guilt and sorrow
Is the splendor of another tomorrow
If you still have promises to keep
Just take that plunge, take that leap.

Breaking Free - Michael Jackson

All this hysteria, all this commotion
Time, space, energy are just a notion
What we have conceptualized we have created
All those loved, all those hated

Where is the beginning, where's the end
Time's arrow, so difficult to bend
Those broken promises, what they meant
Those love letters, never sent

We had him - Maya Angelou

Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.