Bury My Bones (Interlocking Rubaiyat) Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Bury my bones in the bole of a tree
when the breath of life is no more in me,
when the ghost escapes the port of my eyes
into the afterlife pleased to be free.

When the moon is high and the waters rise,
dress me in starlight beneath dreaming skies;
and plant my roots where I will bloom again
in a place where the spirit never dies.

Firmly conceal me within leafy vein
inside chambered echoes of strings of rain.
Within a palace of emerald thrones,
let me find peace that will ever remain.

Set me within a monument of stones
where my birthname is carved in earthen tones.
Where the river flows and the birds are free
find that sacred tree and bury my bones.