For My Memory

Light a candle for my memory
in a quiet chapel by the sea;
as day drifts into dusky night,
cup it in your hands and hold me tight;
as the stars begin to softly shine,
blow out the flame as you call it mine;
I am gone, but in your heart I remain
as long as you whisper gently my name.
So light a chapel's candle by the sea—
hold it out as a guide for my memory.