Open Poetry #36 |
Gentle Rose... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
O’ Gentle Rose, why after all these years Must I alone, sit in my room at night Unable yet to stop the flow of tears That fuels the ache of sorrow’s piercing bite? Why must I grieve, afraid you will depart My memory, although your face I spy Awake, asleep; I feel you in my heart, From in my deepest depths, I hear your cry. Why did you die? Why do you answer not? I know you now in heaven do reside, But yet the pain, burns as the rifle’s shot Within my chest, to nevermore subside. O’ Gentle Rose, you shine in heaven’s light, But yet I rue, yes, yet I rue the night. Gentle Rose, forever 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 grasp her now with remorse, Just as her life sets sail its rocky course. Come Terpsichore, and sing your songs of dance And curse the evil Thanatos whose lance Strikes deep into the mourner's grieving soul. Rise up I pray, her beauty I 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 forever, for we have known A Gentle Rose, that God now calls his own. Two years have passed since Gentle Rose has died, Since dirges played and silent mourners cried, When does the pain release it viselike grip, Upon mine soul, let loose this sinking ship? Within her empty room, as empty days In silent scream, black pain does overwhelm, No where I 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 you sweet bouquets, O' Gentle Rose, you bud will never bloom, But yet I fear, 'tis I within the tomb. In the garden daffodils, As the wind in silence stills, Comes first hush of evening's skies, While high above an angel cries. O' Gentle Rose, thy precious bloom A springtime past from mother's womb, Rent by storms of worldly pain, Ever shall with us remain, Amid the glory of the garden, As we seek of mercy's pardon, For our failures in thy caring, Ever in our sorrow sharing O' Gentle Rose, each eve I weep, As I in vain, seek out night's sleep, I lay awake, in darkened room, Crying out, for thee fair bloom. They say that time, doth heal all pain, Then why this ache, each night's refrain? Do not you hear me call your name? Why must I play, grief's sorrow game? Outside the heavens shine above, A symbol of God's lasting love, Within confines of eboned room, I lay in dark, in silent tomb. Night's only sounds, a whispered wind, Upon its wings, to thee I send, A father's love, to heavens high, O' Gentle Rose, why did you die? O' Gentle Rose, why did you flee, Before sun's warmth could set thee free? Thy tender bud in darkness kept, While muses mourned and angels wept. O' father dear, why do you weep, Do not you know I ever sleep? In a garden high above, Nurtured by a boundless love. O' Gentle Rose, for thee I cry, As I shall 'til day I die, Then I'll journey to the light, To join your bloom in heaven's bright. Beyond green meadow on distant hill, Upon the clouds that float so still, Doth toll the bells, a faith now shaken, A Gentle Rose, by light now taken. A bud so fair, in silence lays, Amid the chant as sinner prays, A sad lament to beauty lost, 'Tis fairest flower to first feel frost. Come hither angels from on high, A tender bud in tomb doth lie, O' Gentle Rose, in sweetness sleep, Upon the wings of angel's keep. |
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Martie
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Tim...you know that I understand this much more than I want to. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
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oh my geez...this one aches |
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