Aysia-Leigh Kim

Guest Poems

gold chariots

gold chariots,
riding on top of clouds,
scattered aimlessly
with mortals below
watching
intrigued.

purple frogs in ponds
jump and croak
rejoicing at
their unknown,
tiny brains,
they don't understand
the symbolism
of the gold chariot.
riding in the sky.
dropping little
fairy dust so that we
mortals
down below,
watching in awe,
may share in the
little bit
of goldness,
magic,
perfectness
that the gold chariot
in the sky
holds
as it glides through,
between
and
into clouds.