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 reserved

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