George Michael
10 September 1959 - 15 January 1983
My best friend, who died a tragic death
in the wilds of his beloved Alaska
This is for you, 'Bub'
*******
I heard your voice at midnight
By the river shore
I saw your child sleeping
Behind an open door
The moon was in the river
Shining up from the floor
And the fish, they swam like moonlight
Through your child's closing door
And morning is the long way home
The fisherman was drowning
By his broken heel
His screams were tiny bubbles
And his tongue made of steel
When he died his teeth made stones
For your lonely child to feel
And his eyes, like prayers were quiet
When you heard his tongue of steel
And morning is the long way home
The ghost of ghosts was passing
And the grasses waved like hair
I knew I'd die forgotten
In the whisper of your care
The water would surround me
And my body would despair
But my heart would understand
The door that's closing there
And morning is the long way home
*******
Gone, but never forgotten. The flame burns brightly
in your memory.
