why do you mourn?
As the first breath of
turn unto the skies
as heaven's garden
blooms in majestic splendor.
Open your heart
touch upon my ethereal bloom.
As I was lain
in the silent tomb,
I entered Gethsemane's gate
blooming in his eternal grace.
Gentle Rose, for e'er I will remember
Thy perfect grace, asleep in final slumber,
Angelic face, upon death's pillow lay
As mourners weep and silent dirges play.
Cries of grief and sorrow, silence of the tomb,
What requiem, for rose that ne'er will bloom?
What bell doth toll the passing of a child?
A life so young, so pure... unreconciled
That death should take her now without remorse
Just as her life sets sail its rocky course.
Come Terpsichore, and sing your song of dance
And curse the evil Thanatos, whose lance
Strikes deep into the mourner's grieving soul.
Rise up I pray, her life I do extol,
A gentle rose, whose beauty graced this earth,
A loving soul, so caring full of mirth,
I beg of thee, no songs of sorrow weep,
But shout our hymns of praise, so all might keep
Her in our hearts for e'er, for we have known
A gentle rose, that God now calls his own.
Set Me Free Gentle Rose
One year has passed since Gentle Rose has died,
Since dirges played and silent mourners cried,
When does the pain release its viselike grip
Upon the soul, let loose this sinking ship?
Adrift upon this childless sea, I gaze
Upon her empty room, as empty days,
In silent scream, black pain does overwhelm,
No where to sail, no Captain at the helm.
O' Gentle Rose, why won't you set me free,
I beg of you, why won't you answer me?
Do not you hear, I sing your hymns of praise?
Upon my knees, I seek your sweet bouquets.
O' Gentle Rose, your bud will never bloom,
But yet I fear, 'tis I within the tomb.
[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 10-26-1999).]