Forever Green
Don’t wake in the world
where the trees all died,
or slumber much in any place
where flowers wither
or give thorns.
Don’t look into the sun,
nor the eyes of a child
thin as dead trees,
withered like frail flowers.
Don’t search too long
for green in endless sands,
nor for any more time
than what you’re allotted
in your hourglass head.
The boy was ten,
the skeleton seven, maybe.
Don’t cry for them,
don’t fold your hands.
Don’t start asking questions now,
nor seeking answers tangled
up inside your soul.
Don’t consider the forever green,
don’t drink the Living Water.
Don’t listen to the truth,
nor put your life
in the hands of hope.
Don’t tell me you’re gone.
Don’t lie to me, boy.
Don’t blame me, I was dead already.
Don’t give up, nor tell me I’m wrong.
Don’t lend yourself to the wind,
nor open your sails to the breath
of your screaming soul.
Don’t forget about the forever green
beating in your chest,
nor turn your eyes away from
tomorrow.
Don’t you stop praying for me,
please,
nor think of me much.
Don’t grow a talent tree,
nor a log in your eye.
Don’t wake in the world
where the trees all died.
Don’t worry so,
the forever green comes soon.