Don'T Play a Dirge, When I'M No Longer
Don't play a dirge, when I'm no longer
Cozy dreams and fickle nights we used to ponder
Shut down the roads; close off that phone,
For I am no more.
Hold not a vigil, even though we're really prone
Rather, just say a few happy things,
A poem or two that are far from gloom
With a few friends and then lay under the stars
Where you'll remember me, as the anchor to your heart
Like the moon always holds the stars.
My everlasting North, my lighthouse
You are the anchor to my soul
Remember me for my smiles like the calm in the night
And not for my hurt and anger like those raging tempests
Although I may seem far
Look at the night sky, you see our star
Remember that I'll be near
Even though I won't be here.
Like that simple kiss in December
That we always seem to remember
My heart knows not of extravagant things.
So light a candle in my memory, only one.
Though cozy dreams and fickle nights we used to ponder.
Don't play a dirge, when I'm more longer.
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