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.