The Rose
When he criedOr when you laughed
He heard the perfect verse
The perfect song
The perfect rhyme
It is the universe
And where he falls
And when he dies
All mysteries unspin
For when he fell
And where he hurt
He rose a cherubin
And in the end
With no defense
He met the fires of hell
And from his pain
and from his song
He cast the perfect spell
With all his soul
With all your smiles
With his eternal pain
He broke the limits,
and his bounds,
He broke the mortal chain
So when he died
and where he fell
There rose the perfect rose
And after him
Earth has no pain
For that is what he chose...
