For the Sake of a Rose
be in bloom
for the sake of a rose
a history of flowers
in vases and bowls
piled high with potential
and twisting the plot
i won't try to keep
something i haven't got
7 in the evening
by the dandelion's clock
when midnight arrives
it will come as a shock
febrile and heavy
and flirting with sleep
as thick as my shadow
and three times as steep
stretching and straining
and grasping at straws
without learning to listen
or learning to pause
all of our stories
are cobwebs and lies
everyone suffers
and everything dies
physical comforts and
states of desire
parlours and pageants
and funerals pyres
lovers you've gathered
and lovers you've spurned
i won't try to keep
something i haven't earned
this treasure that has been
entrusted to me
wreath'd in her own
sweet halo of sleep
i will keep time
in poetry and prose
and she'll be in bloom
for the sake of a rose