song or poetry?

Why do you stand by the window
abandoned to beauty and pride
the thorn of the night in your breast
the lance of old age in your side
Lost in the rage of fragrance
Lost in the rag of remorse
Lost in the waves of affliction
that frees the high silver nerves

Oh, chosen love, oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and spirit
Oh favored one of angels, demons, and saints
And of all the guests with broken hearts
Sweeten this soul

And step forth from the cloud of unawareness
And kiss the cheeks of the moon
The New Jerusalem shines
Why linger all night on the ruins
and issue no groan
and leave no one to mourn
Instead, gather your tears and remain silent
Like a rose on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, oh frozen love
Oh tangle of matter and spirit
Oh favored one of angels, demons, and saints
And of all the guests with broken hearts
Sweeten this soul