VAN DE ZANDE, Rob
Ophelia (Tribute to Fernando PESSOA )
She is buried here, how fair
This gentle tone will finally rest,
The garden is now her harbour where
Dew will kiss her tombstone's breast.
The life she lived, left her behind;
The beauty that was has now ceased,
What God gave to the human kind
Is held now by the cruel beast.
O scarlet rose, shattered by rain,
Sweet of heart, that will never fade,
Let the arms of sun embrace your pain
In heaven, where you are forever laid.