For Leonard

by Lingling Maranan-Claver
I saw your face on the pavement
I heard them speak your name
While floating lanterns bade goodbye
lighting up the cold night sky

A world of words in praise of you
And brushstrokes of a mourning hue
oh, how our days dimmed so
To see your verdant dream die

It came to pass as you had written
A thousand moons ago
When you were cradled by the mountains
And the north star guided you

Foot soldiers stole a life so lush
And all that’s good in you
Now, you’re every flower that bears your name
And every ground that honours you

To the forest trails whereon you’ve walked
the bed of moss whereon you’ve lain
The canopy of twigs entwined
There we shall go, there we shall go.