There among the stones
Lies a single red rose
Without a name
Trace or date
The tombstone has been erased
A body lies deep and cold
Surely I would remember
Such a lovely rose
OH but this one
This one I shall tend
I shall bring flowers
In remembrance
Of my long ago friend
To the tears I often shed
To the anger I try to forget
I shall come to the stone
With no name
Just a marker
Standing
That calls my name
I'd swear I heard a whisper
A cry in the night
Coming from the marker
I grabbed my light
Kneeling down
Caught by surprise
I seen so many
Roses in the night
Gathering round the stone
With no name
Whispers came
From beyond the grave
Shadows and orbs shinning bright
Surrounded the tombstone
To listen tonight
Oh how the cries
Seemed soft as the rain
Coming from the stone
With no name
Every night since that day
The shadows of the dead
Gather round
Listening to the weeping sound
The sound of the rose
Without a name
Lying cold
Within this grave
S.R.B.W.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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