Here is a poem that my lady sent down 
Some morning while I was away 
Wrote on the back of a leaf that she found 
Somewhere around Monterey 
And here is the key to a house far away 
Where I used to live as a child 
They tore down the building when I moved away 
And left the key un-reconciled 
And down in the canyon the smoke starts to rise 
It rides on the wind 'til it reaches your eyes 
When faced with the past the strongest man cries
And here is a sunrise to set on your sill 
The ghosts of the dawn moving near 
They pass through your sorrow and leave you quite still
Sitting among souvenirs

~~~ Dan Fogelberg ~~~