Thrones In The Clouds Poem by Derek Kuborn

Goodness my love
Whom are you thinking of
Our thoughts collide like
ripples on a pond
We'll just multiply and be gone.

We're all just wilderness
Looking for some natural bliss
We shape ourselves
With the shades of all our wrongs
So be gone.

And I'm scared stiff of chariots
And thrones up in the clouds
And for now we all have paper hearts
That we cut out of our doubts

My head is light
From the creatures of the night
And every drag I take
Makes the world go away
And be gone.

So where have you been
My Mary Magdeline
He create our shapes in the sand
With the movement of his hands
So be gone.

And through slums and thrones we shall move.
As steady as a beating drum.
Atop the highest cliff within the clouds.
We can wave all of the people up.

And Orions belt we shall touch.
As we sit atop our city crowned