Analysis of "slow rise"

In all honesty,
I fall for abreast the ground,
to hear the beauty touch,
rush on growing hands.
She pushed on deaf cares,
in the sand I don't know,
of bones lucid graveyard,
to hear her cries pain.

She turns into screams,
in the night for I sigh,
with tongue residue shades,
passion of hearts in shame.

Stolen from steel shanks,
falling from the skies tear,
metallic sounds laughter,
shines alabaster.