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Jul 2015
I used to sing this song, 'Fire and Rain', well at least in part with depth along beaches up on the cape, Cape Cod just off Wellfleet Harbor sentiment and feelings ran deep. Faithful winds consoled loyally, gifts from the sky I had found too sparse by humanities sake where they should be first off most clear...1976 was a bit more than the loss of a brother by blood. A kind of partner just recently made clear as clear can be...ring a perfect bell, skies you find with purple moons crystalized, two were gathered in some most appropriate spirit...met with powerful company and prowess, resting assured on those fundamentals yet only.
There are various ideas and tales told about this song...reasons all so close to home for those who had any idea really, understood by now. My father who lost his son too already knew about;


Just yesterday morning, they let me know you were gone.
Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you.
I walked out this mornin', and I wrote down this song;
I just can't remember who to send it to.

Not too long before my father was conceding not necessarily satisfaction with a life lived well all told as he understood more about than could muster. Born into things that still condone not his faults but still a life then miraculous.
He spoke of Suzanne and at least looked forward to 'seeing her once again' in some afterlife and Heaven he was sure was waiting. I know about judgment. There's right and wrong and we can discern these things regardless of what we get into. There is a the verb judgmental, and what does love got to with it. It's about pain and guidance not being processed. I believe he judged correctly Heaven was awaiting, and he would work for it if and as need be there where he may have come short as we all do in at least some small part here. No stranger to adversity and accomplishment with some tough missions.
In some strange way with little information he laid just a bit out like the tip of an iceberg just revealed from the fog by one sunny day. Fulfill a thousand plans and ten thousand remain apparently your wishful thinking.
You don't lay down your life in a day for others. You have spent a lifetime becoming that being. A strange warrior and perhaps corrupt priest in some way. He kept it mostly to himself and beyond being an obvious imprinter he left me in faith 'a mine'.
We all have them, what will actually behoove us all...

Lay out your heart of gold;
fear not, it's only time upon us
that keeps us here in some state
of hope and salvation;
then only hoped for
where the words not spoken
about the path that remains
is only token
is only love

<3 <3 R
https://www.youtube(DOT)com/watch?v=UoeF2jzqFUI
"The "Suzanne" mentioned in the lyrics to "Fire and Rain" wasn't Taylor's girlfriend or fiancΓ©e, but merely an acquaintance (Suzanne Schnerr) whom he had met while he was a teenager in New York in 1966-67 performing (with friends Danny Kortchmar and Joel O' Brien) as part of a group called The Flying Machine. As quoted in Timothy White's biography of him, Taylor said that "I knew Suzanne well in New York, and we used to hang out together and we used to get high together; I think she came from Long Island. She was a kid, like  all of us."
snopes(DOT)com/music/songs/firerain.asp#UzdVU8fVL4pLA8yV.99

Her death "ruled a suicide";

"Suzanne, the plans they made put an end to you."

Taylor here denoting, not a simple suicide. Or suicide at all...:(
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