Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Blank verse

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

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