Red Tree Song


Iíll be the blood in the breast of a crow
The beer and the barley, the lock and the key
The red in the leaf of a red oak tree
In fall; the overdose

That calls the red revolving star to wail
A girlís sandals, or the blue in her eye
The snow that falls from an April sky
The billow in a sail

And dark water running overhead 
In the windy branches; the brick that stays
In the garden wall for centuries
Darling, when Iím dead.

© 2003 Joel Van Valin. All rights reserved.