from time’s weaning
to Eden
to redwood saplings
to when Everest was but a plain with child
to when clouds cry’d into Atlantic canyons
to when a candle yawn’d and stretch’d
and marry’d Night with Day
Oh, yes
We were there
and now Heaven’s Brew crashes
o’er my lodgings
into the blueness
stirring ever brightly
‘twixt th’ Eastern Valley
and tears are spoken again
on Time’s wake
binding myself with old vows
will ever I keep?
we’ll see
or not
my hide
though bronz’d
by the seasons
manicur’d
be crawlers and flyers
and autographers
still holds fast on firm feet
generations
of admirers
of passing glances
have I outliv’d
and might someday
my leaves never reawaken
your memories
your snapshots
be bless’d
for making me immortal
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
loujen haxm'Yor 