Quiet rose you lay at rest upon the stone,
fragrant still as the wither
devours the bloom,
echoing the corpse below.

It is the lavender that scents the gentle breeze
giving life to the swaying rushes,
offering a melody in this place of silence,
lavender, the fragrance of your kiss.

And I,
a solitary poet in a world of crowds,
remove protective inner walls
and my soul again is joined by all.

Silken light from within is borne
as I hear the colors of your song,
and we dance unhindered by flesh or limb
our embrace as true as when bed was shared.

There are those who look upon me as strange
for no tear was shed as below you were laid,
but love knows not of earthly bonds
we still dance our delight upon the sod.