Question time

Are you a plaything in the darkwhile my heart slumbers,an arrow's flight that circuits strataleaving thin white line,won’t you give yourself the timeto breathe the scent of purple flowermelt thin icicles of doubt that blister leaf’s tendril.Don’t you want to turn and shout it outthis galaxy glimpsed from supernova,tear cocoon and split apartdry dampened wings learn how to singas if this was the first love.