A Tribute To Prince – Gin Love Thompson, Ph.D.

As we observe the fourth anniversary of Prince Rogers Nelson’s leaving the earthly plane we reflect and give thanks for his life.
Grown Folks Music longtime friend Gin Love Thompson, Ph.D. shares with us today seven poems from her #1 Best Seller Sunrises at Midnight which is dedicated to Prince for his encouragement of her poetry and writing.
Included are six poems she wrote about Prince during her personal grieving process: Part V Interlude: Weeping Willow; though the poems are universal for us all in losing not only a musical icon but a prolific philanthropist who challenged and revolutionized our world.
You can listen to my interview with Gin Love Thompson on Sunrises at Midnight and so much more from August 2019 here https://grownfolksmusic.com/a-conversation-w-gin-love-thompson/
These poems will be available for the next thirty days as an offering from Gin in hope of offering healing and comfort to others who also feel the depth of Prince’s absence and intense gratitude for the gift of his life.
Remember, to quote his Purple Majesty, “The only love we have is the love we make.” The world needs all the love we can find in these times. We believe you will find love in these words.
SUNRISES AT MIDNIGHT

Gin Love Thompson

Dedicated to Prince Rogers Nelson for being a 

reflection of what I was not yet able to see in myself.

For you…

PART V

INTERLUDE: WEEPING RAINBOW

4U

Dreaming in the Heavens

Plucking stars like ripe berries

To sweetly feed to U

Tenderly preparing a princely feast 

To see U through

Any journey long or brief

I give to U today, my undying Love

I wish U could have stayed. 

-April 26, 2016

Prince

I have no desire to sing of purple rain

Only want to see your smile again 

Laughter to replace the tears

Feel your presence near

Blessed are those who knew

What a playful glance infused

In your transit composing

A universal arpeggio

Reverberating throughout Heaven

Serenading eternal vibrato 

Only heightening the longing

To be near your flow

The windows are open

Welcoming the breath of your name

A cascading chorus of fragrant petals

Knowing life will never be the same

Transitioning far too soon

Leaving this universe out of tune

I rest in between the lines of lyric

Where your memory thrives

Living forever without effort

Throughout all space and time 

Your absence left the vinyl skipping

Interrupting a Divine rhyme

For those whom you’ve touched

Your telepathic eloquence,

Your cherished ethereal ways

We speak with our silence

As we continue to count the days.

Violets For You

I felt you in the caress

Of the butterfly’s wing

The promise you would never end

Whispered by a gentle breeze

Under skies of eternal spring

Wildflowers draped in dew

Spirit sang its song today, 

She sang it just For You.

Night beckons memories

Mourning’s gentle pain

I hear you say

From pain what is there to gain

Bring then in its place 

Tangerine’s creative spark

Wakeful mornings overjoyed

Soothing broken hearts

Singing your sweet melody

Born a royal frame of design

Harmony consistent

Without need of time

Every day I will sing of you 

In a violet frame of mind.

Coup My Flowers

Ownership and power once held complete,

my creations flowing, the world was sweet.

Then the day came…

Old friends, now I am for sale.

I gave you a career, abundance flowed.

My creations, not your own,

still I gave you a seat near my throne.

Until for you it was the end of the road,

then you kicked and screamed 

told secrets and lies…

some truths as seen through your eyes.

Now the spotlight has returned.

Are your egos glad?

Let me get my piece of all that he had.

Want my fifteen too, after all, I’m due.

He’s finally left this empty room.

In my name and your hunger,

making money off my death

calling it “tribute,”

yet, you know when you came calling

I gave that idea the boot.

In my departure you decide in a beat,

Let’s go on the road.

The mourners need a feast; they’ll eat.

What will be delivered,

regurgitated foul rotted fruit from my vine;

in your mind, it’s your time.

Those ones in my circle

who now sell their tales,

sharing my stories with vivid detail.

I see all you’re doing.

This bittersweet taste of fame,

carrying out your agendas

in my royal name.

This revolution is about something more,

had to get your foot in the door.

It was shut for so long,

wasn’t it thirty years?

I hope you shed at least 

a few purple tears.

A stage was set on April 21st

where some would parade with thirst.

True colors flying around and about,

most have already struck out.

God’s stage set to show who you truly are,

all while knowing, 

it was I who made you a star.

Flowers in My Garden

The flowers in my garden

Each and every one

Soaking in the warmth

From the risen Son

When I miss your colors

When I’m feeling blue

Sitting with my flowers

Brings me back to you

Seasons take them

Yet they return every time

True to the essence

Of nature’s rhyme

Walking through my garden

Life continues to grow

Bursting into melodic hues

Each velvet petal a reluctant adieu 

As I welcome another dawn

They say what is lost is never gone

So, my cherished one, I carry on

As I reminisce of you.

Is My Love Is My For You

Firmly rooted

As that aged weeping willow

Seated majestically atop the hill

Deep as sapphire seas

Immense as the Milky Way

As far as the eye can see

Fragrant as the freshly

Open bud of the rose

Sweet as the song

The whippoorwill echoes

Soft as an Angel’s touch

Strong as ancient mountains

Precious as the rarest of jewels

As long as time can be,

Eons past eternity

Is my Love for you.

PART VII

                                  SACRED IS THE PRAYER

Child of God

I pray you be cloaked in grace

May the Angels embrace

Each day as you wake

May their hand you take

Turn from a world

Drenched in confusion

Until clarity returns

Removing all illusion

Child of God,

You are Loved

Beyond comprehension

Set upon mountains

Otherworldly dimensions

Reach for nothing

As the stars are your pillows

Know all required

Rests within Heavenly billows

Moonbeams shower your mind

Reminding you it’s all easy to find

When you let go, you align

Child of God,

Rest easy today

For nothing can be taken

When you’re willing to give it away

Open your heart

In wisdom and might

So it is written:

Wise as a serpent, tender as a dove.

Child of God,

Do and receive all things with Love.

Copyright © 2019 by Gin Love Thompson

Used with permission by the author.