Saint Yolanda

You captured me in your rapture I'd craved your quiet thoughts throughout the galaxy entering the lost meeting of the minds dangling on thee arch bishops ropes of fine linen totally taken my muse awakened my sorted energies a rapture of meaningful gestures hidden lessons keeping the flesh at bay I suppose I'd welcomed your company this mere thought of you cradled my minds eye lifting me up to tomorrow leaving absolutely nothing out a faint whisper a tainted pout cherubs doting harmonic rose gently witnessing heavens prose written by yolanda nicholsen 10-13-2021 5:40 am