Fields of Knowing

Do you remember when our words were married
Like hands we were holding each other through gates of a dawning
And our love was a thread to the world we were sowing
Every step, every fall, every poem, was the heaven we were growing
Like a vine, I would climb fields of knowing
In your dreams, I would dance and you would hold me

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020


Sorry, technical issues on the last post, folks (reposting)…


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