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 mrs yolanda joy nicholsen
10-13-2021
5:40 am
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