Bop: "Lighthouses of California"

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Crescent City, California.

Just south of the Oregon border.

We always said we were going to drive to the coast,

Touring the lighthouses.

That’s the last time I see you,

When you slip out of my arms and into the wind.

At last I cry you out of my life.

We’ve done it now, my dear, and as I drove north with you

from Point Lorna to Point Montara to Crescent City,

I knew that each mile travelled

Was another mile closer to saying goodbye.

On the drive my concern was how with each mile

A little more of you slipped away from me.

In the biting wind and on the slippery rocks at

Point Conception, I dropped you and you rolled away.

At last I cry you you out of my life.

I retrieved you from the abyss,

As you once saved me from my drinking.

With nervous and relieved laughter

I resumed our drive and later

On the ocean wind

The last of your ashes gets in my eyes.

At last I cry you out of my life.

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