Kings And QueensA Poem by AlskarConfined by yellow which tombs My mind, my sense, but mostly Our passion. I could lift to a world of high blue And clouded fancy, but then Truth would sink beneath The ethereal and untouchable. There I would blaze In some inherent, persistent Anti-glory. As burned a mark as The spell you’ve left on me. My signet dawn will clash With your well-versed nightly Fantasies. We cannot touch but As positive as the seasons The spirit will stay the same. True to speak that I could waste A life in the far-off heavens. Contemplating with drum to chest. True enough we may clash Or come together in choked heat. Or on the wave of sugared ground. But this, itself Is stuff of quests and legends, kings And queens. You are not the first Who has been out of reach. But You are the first I have truly known. By this, I bequeath to the world Our kingdom, and long live.
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