for Tyler Schell Joslyn (1969—2004)
stars vibrate through the deeply frozen skies
and frosted tufts of grass are wakened by the moon
numb fingers fill a simple reed with song
sequoia roots are weaving out into your grave
a crescent figure sings above the west
as deep green needles breathe a vapor soft and vague
these lips blow light and warm against the frigid wind
high up the heavens whisper cirrus thoughts
and frosted tufts of grass are wakened by the moon
the winter sap is stirred within its sapling grain
your spirits merge in marriage—ash and wood
sequoia roots are weaving out into your grave
this bamboo melody befits the theme
it wanders with my soul—a tribute seldom heard
high up the heavens whisper cirrus thoughts
throughout the coming years your remnants will involve
within the mystic bark that mists unwind
as deep green needles breathe a vapor soft and vague
i’ll see your branches rise and watch your rings expand
this song will sometimes touch your living tomb
it wanders with my soul—a tribute seldom heard
how blessed you are to dream beside this evergreen
to nourish life in such a humble way
sequoia roots are weaving out into your grave
the wind subsides until the air is still
and silent steam escapes the resonating flute
this song will sometimes touch your living tomb
your arms reach out like prayers into the arching void
whence rain and light provide a rich reward
as deep green needles breathe a vapor soft and vague
how can i help but tremble—chilled within the heart
stars vibrate through the deeply frozen skies
and silent steam escapes the resonating flute
numb fingers fill a simple reed with song
now meditate in rest amidst this planted grove
transformed into a disembodied wraith
sequoia roots are weaving out into your grave
as deep green needles breathe a vapor soft and vague
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