King

the memory of you feeds my soul with the sound of wonder and surprise as my heart runs wildly tamed becoming a silent drum creating a distant rumble while my eyes are filled with a vivid vison of unsung glory a simple song of freedom a familiar hope always gazing and doting upon me your memory awakens me to coke a cola sign and giant zenith radio announcing the beautiful sound of freedom under a multitude of brilliant stars warm cozy nights with the king while the memory of you has planted mustard seeds on hills of Jerusalem miles wide my eyes see the fullness of freedom as my mind removes the mountains from our paths as I wandered through the valleys over white plains of wide open grandeur oh how I fly on wings of wisdom and desire for freedom while I prepare a place for unwritten knowledge while the memories of you are greatly instilled in my very being it was during Passover sunday on that warm spring day that gentle untimely way it seem the king and I shared the very the same dream