Short Cypress Tree Poems

The Age of Man
Is but a brief, abbreviated span
Of seconds ticking in a moment’s course.
Infinity: the final source
Is like a charnel house, with cypress tree
And yew and myrtle, growing in the graves of Space,
Where decomposes Time’s own face....

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When I kiss 
The lips of spring,
I shall marry thee and
Present this golden ring

We kiss the wind or
We kiss the lips of spring

The Gods shall
Perform this ceremony
Upon this hill and underneath
This Cypress tree

When, I call out your name
Your face appears, again

This time, I surely know, and
I make this sacred vow

So, let me kiss the
Lips of spring...

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It is written that countless rows of 
Cypress trees were planted
Like grove, for miles to go,
The Arab’s hand are cursed with
The blood of the African slaves,
Buried beneath this strangle hold
Of the sweet cypress tree
There rest the skulls and bones
Of beheaded and castrated African Slaves
You dare to look at the Arab Women
The cypress tree entangled with 
The souls of African Slaves,
Who fruit are we. Thank you
Sweet Jesus, We made this far...

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"And now I drink a toast to your coffin.
May it be fashioned of lumber obtained from a hundred-year-old cypress tree
whose seed will germinate this year."   
     Rob Brezsny

Refrain:
And now I drink a toast to your absence of coffin.
May you become refashioned of lumber 
obtained from a thousand-year-old cypress forest
whose seed will germinate yet again this year,
and every year to follow
to lead our future
through all past time
of well-rooted trees
born of regenerate Earth....

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