Silent the Tomb
Silent the tomb — oh my mother is dead!
Out to the darkness of death she has fled,
Silence envelops us here in the tomb,
Oh such a sorrowful room.
Wet is the teariness marking my dress,
Here as I offer my parting caress,
Memories flooding me, thoughts of before,
Here as we lie on the floor.
Candles effulgent with glimmering shine,
Weeping my heartache in free flowing brine,
Gone is her ghost, I will honour her still,
Knowing her soul and her will.
Black are the curtains that cover this space,
Hung from the windows, protecting the place,
Keeping the daylight from entering in,
Helping to comfort my kin.
Black and white tiles in marble below,
Catching the flickering candles that glow,
White for the living and black for the dead,
Mother — sleep well in your bed.
ADL
adamdaniel 