In the 60's you were magical, in my young mind I knew that you could grant wishes.
So I watched you I even claimed a star and named it Michael because I loved him so.
In the 70's when I turned 10 I watched you and you were even more massive and magical
it seemed as I searched the night Sky for Michael becaused I loved him so.
In the 80's I still found myself looking up with this feeling of aw and feeling so small
and enveloped between you and the earth as I watched for Michael because I loved him so.
In the 90's I gave more of myself in exchange for myself back and as I watched the sun
shine it's light on the things life would rather hide. Still magical and massave under a daylight Sky
I long to see Michael because I loved him so.
In the 00's the age that is now i've noticed the additives of seeded clouds, acid rain, yet your beauty remains
when I look up in search of the moon it's like looking into a mirror but not seeing my face but knowing we share
a special place. Then my eyes search for Michael where he's always been because I love him so.