Purple Rose
(Lament of a dying Swedish girl)

Like a feather plucked
You left in the breeze of the morning

Like a brightened flower
Your petals fell face forward

Like bird in flight
You took off, a warmer place in your sight

Like an autumn leaf
Your gold complexion
Skid across the open plain

Like an angel above
You got wings to fly
To go away majestically

You were my Purple Rose
So young, so beautiful
Yet so fragile
Even though you were guarded by precious thorns.

If there was a time I could freeze
It would be where the petals never fell
Where the feather wasn't plucked
And the bird never left
And the leaf never fell.