as dust calls you name

a thought of roses in the dust
like you are the moons own secret
from home the darkness grows
you are the window above the stars
struggles a new moon rizing
history of are pages black
king of royal souvenirs
an every day call
like a child of distant cracks
are you the slack of bones in my mind freezing
a lesson to be heard of , but now it's gone
my shoes stamped to my feet
cous i know the riddle that you have chosen
like the world lends it's grace
so keeps ,the notice of the devils bounderies
to evacuate the stainted dreams
a new mission , understands that grace
like the new aged thunder
is a hussle in the unicorn light
windows chucked the drunken volcanos
i 've bin standing stil by myself
and don't understand the reason
from a building power
and it's wet wishes from golden rain
go back to the beginning
from the poem in latest sense
but don't be angry
if i told you to mutch
about the happy people
chucked through eachouther
like hyssop gathering love
and it's enoying bit , of making dreams from the world in the night