Have you ever fed on hope
The way you spoon it to me in soft crescent words
I’ve seen your shadow dancing in twilight
I wake for your golden hour
Any hour
Melting into sunrises
You lower heaven on my shoulder
So I can skip through its halls and miss prayer
Watch how my hope crosses dimensions to find you resting at my feet
We are nesting on a great divide
Where dreams are real life
Hearts a multiverse
Parts of my soul where you left claw marks
Sacred holy landmarks
I pray to you

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

I love you. 😍

8 thoughts on “Prayer

  1. I know this is none of my business, and you are free to say so. I just cannot help but wonder, does he read your verses and understand your pain? How can his heart not break from this?

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