Headstone for September
Bring all your memories to lie beside my grave Ease your drifting consciousness, there wasn't much to save Born into the sunlight and living full for spring Your thought of what could hold it was a promise and a ring Promises are useless when you're losing what is real Rings are circles rolling. Merely words can't keep the seal Watch the windows closely, leave the rusted latches wide You'll feel the warmth come quickly as I lay down at your side Take the comfort while I linger, keep the strength I bring along Know that I'll return at night, by day listen for my song I have no longer anger for my needs you could not see I warned, I cried, and as I died I watched it settle free How could you have ever known the time was slipping by Our time you took for granted but I knew soon it would die Keep the promise of the living in your life and in your art Maybe when you come back to me we'll find another start Written for Neil by Sharry Anne Stevens 02 April 1974, all right reservedReturn to Inside Anne Return to Packrat Main Page