Rosemary for Ophelia

I wrote this piece when I was 15. I found it again in my dalliances through poems past.

Rosemary for Ophelia

Your body’s draped in flowers. 
Neither had the chance to bloom. 
You obeyed your father’s wishes, 
Obedience that sealed your doom. 
I wonder how you really felt,
Did he make you tremble?
Were you only trying to impress 
When you used to jig and amble? 
I know that I shall never see
The truth behind your eyes
I was not there to watch over you 
I never heard your cries.
I sleep to see your body,
Floating down the stream.
No matter how I fight,
I cannot change this dream.
Your face is now my own.
Your heart beats inside of me.
Your thoughts flash through my mind. 
This feeling won’t let me be.

Did you see them running,
Before you sank beneath the water, 
And closed your eyes forever? 
Even though your body's cold,
Do you hear the words he speaks? 
Can you feel his arms around you? 
Does your soul feel weak?
Or will you never know,
These words he did solemnly sound? 
Are you only dust,
That has enriched the cold, cold ground? 
I hope that your soul
Has finally found its rest.
So I can say to you,
Goodnight, my sweet princess.