Lars Nelissen van Gasselt
May 15th. 2003
Dedicated to my mother
O bird sing me thine song,
I cannot hear thee anymore.
Lost I have thine sweet voice,
Like just a dream thee have gone.
Greatness is there to be found,
Yet missing without flavour.
So please, flower be not a miser,
Thine fragrance thou must expose.
Dark clouds are veiling the sun,
Destroying they cannot, but be.
Now all sun’s colours are revealed,
As first fire burned my rose.
Now wind be a little more bold!
Thou should move on,
Carrying the fragrance to the clouds,
Bringing the song to me.
As thee are life’s essence,
Does not need to be told!