'Queen-Like' Dreams Escape Poem by James McLain

'God' made it sanctified,
that which is with, within the mighty flowing river
and which nothing may it,
can it, hide it thus from sunlight,
it billows closely by the burning fire,
and many are the dreams from which it awakes;
There through out, cast about is my court,
my extravagant throne living among those,
the gavel of thy grave of life before and latter,
after the mosses breath upon, it is the stone,
from which your hand and did you cast it off..
Etiquette to which and the desired is living legend
and does whithin it/mine, thine/my immature ear.
My infancy period, still within i am, i am and where it is
perhaps to the blinding sun, if it is bright,
as for me i looked at your dreams at my mysterious house,
knits the flower garland beauty of the 'Queen' to learn.
It was to be friendship and love and reputation
and everyone, my monopolized ones;
Jelious be but words with out a tounge to speak them.
Hands that scattered the rose, as me, my moss I love inspect
it is as I looked upon your dream with heavy stone.
As and those flowers you the breeze you sang the
or fallen, through the leaf of many hues and vibrant colors, still.
It starts out full each desire our range of vision,
'Queen-like' dreams escape.
Accomplishing a thorn remains so still upon the rose,
like friendship and love, do to have never died to be.
The breeze is attached passing by each way,
me of your life which exceeds the river constant
and which I consider your each sigh independently,
look at your dream my moss i inspect, it is, it is not placed
with the resach of those stones.
And the sound like death it's knell of that funeral,
does it not the breeze, in proper order for they to be attracted,
to each slurp as the bees that buzz and to cry your relief
and sigh through out the day, when night it comes.