Gentle Rose - a Trilogy

I.

Do you hear the snowflakes falling,
Upon your cold and silent tomb?
Do you hear my heartbreak calling,
To Gentle Rose, my precious bloom?
I thought you were forevermore,
Until the night, were stole away,
Now forever, means nevermore,
Except your void, pain's here to stay.
I kneel alone, my soul disguised,
In center of life's barren stage,
Forgotten lines now improvised,
My scripted heart, a worn blank page.
O' Gentle Rose, as snowflakes fall,
On bended knee, to thee I call.


II.


One year has past, since Gentle Rose has died,
Since dirges played and silent mourners cried,
When does the pain release its viselike grip
Upon mine 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 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 your sweet bouquets.
O' Gentle Rose, your bud will never bloom,
But yet I fear, 'tis I within the tomb.


III.


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 does toll the passing of a child?
A life so young, so pure... unreconciled
That death should grasp her now without 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 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.

(C) 2000 Tim Chambers