Black Hat kind of person

I have a poem knight wings
they grow out of his shoulders.
Rocking the brain
the cradle of words. my soul up
moods lifeline.
I know the world
through its time to walk in the gates.
Black hat man passes
somewhere down the road, wondering
what point to draw again.
I look at her for some
Abundance of clouds, and kiss
send to a friend.
It is this world of the circus arena
human and animal, I
I like the clown in the circus