I Wonder U.

Four Years.

My tears pour with a thousand words,
but none are too perfect to describe you.
When a soul separates from the physical,
does the essence float into the nearby air?

Your energy of life and love
could not be contained.

We lose ourselves in the pain of absence –
a paradox that only the heart can understand.
A person that touches the lives of
others becomes an essential core.
even if the human being is
no longer moved by themselves.

The embodiment of seemingly endless,
shifting, and uplifting creation.
A voice that sings music on
which never deteriorates with time.
It embraces an audience that cannot
let go due to the bounds of heaven.

For there lies an everlasting song
that echos through a vault of centuries.

Angels fly within a white, cubic castle
that was a witness to the loss of life.
because even doves shed feathers
to strengthen their eternal wings.

The purple symbol points in every direction,
yet a one-way key to unlocked devotion.

Years are just reaffirmation that love never dies,
even without the most crucial heartbeat.
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Hello. long time, no see. With the exception of the spiritual. I am beyond humbled to know that thousands of people continue to enjoy and read my works of fiction. It only reminds me, above everything else, that our beloved Prince is still inside the hearts and minds of so many. To be among the countless voices that contribute to this beautiful strange. I'm greatly honored.

So much has changed. we've all grown. even in these crazy times, nothing can halt the neverending evolution of our souls. I'd still like to thank those both old and new, who return to read my daydreams of the past. I'm thankful that I put my emotions on record during a time of intense, grieving turmoil.

I still shed a waterfall of tears on a certain, snowy April day.

I think about the man who taught me that love is not to be received from just one person. That music can soothe my sorrows when all faith has wavered down to rock bottom. We are all so blessed to have lived in the same lifetime as a man who will undoubtedly live on longer than any of us in terms of art history.

He will forever own my words, even if he cannot read them.
These pieces of poetry have been a selfless endeavour since day one.
I write them for no one but him.

If they can connect and bring comfort to another.
It's an existence that relies solely on a beautiful one.

Thank you, forever and always.

~ The Artists Poet ~
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