Is It Not For

Through your ache if you only knew

The sun casts strands of hot yellow hair

All for love to be awake within you

A barren belly, a shadowed moon

Fluorescent lights in the wake of a celestial dream

Through your ache if you only knew

A restless sleep, a narrow truth

Prisms of iridescent sounds

All for love to be awake within you

Currents of ivory sheets, blood bleeding blue

A narrow passage shepherding a small stream

Through your ache if you only knew

It’s a sunken story, the toil of a snow laden roof

To wear illusions like royal silks. But is it not

All for love to be awake within you?

The blood of grey, cooing street dove ensued

The crook of death’s solemn neck inevitable through yes, and through no

Through your ache if only you knew (it’s)

All for love to be awake within you