Will you walk through the fields with me
Will you sit in the sun
Will you walk through the fields with me
Taste honey from the honey bee
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk through green lea; through the dale
Pluck  sweet berries; sip sweet  ale
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me

Will you walk through the fields with me?
Where nightingales chase dragonflies
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk through misty gates of dawn
Where weaves the wyrd midsummer morn
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me

Will you walk through the fields with me
When blossoms bloom from apple root
Where blossoms fall, green leaves shoot
Will you walk, will you walk
Walk ‘till you can walk no more
When all your walking days are o’er
Will you walk through Elysian Fields
Through the fields with me


We will walk through the fields and trees
We will sit in the sun
We will walk through the fields and trees
Wind chimes tinkling in the breeze
Free to wander where we please
As we walk, as we walk
We walk where shadows have no place
Where love eternal grants us grace
Walking through Elysian Fields
Through the fields, with me

You used to tell me that beautiful things come from pain and adversity.
Like motherhood, unconditional love, and true stories.
As I stood in the middle of a room painted white,
Staring at the remains of rolling hills burned to black,
I saw you staring back at me.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Shining against your bones
Velvet black
You’ve changed
And changed and changed
Yet your love still remains
Burnt fields like black panther fur
Whiskers are the needles on a compass
Always pointing to the azure sky
You used to sing when I cried
Rolling your r’s over rrolling hills
A haunting melody startling black birds into the night
Feathered constellations against a sliver moon
And lips pressed to my salty cheeks

You told me that your favorite skin tone was chocolate,
As you laid out in the sun hoping to melt. “A quarter black” is what you say when you want to feel proud,
Even as you tell me stories of how your mother was called negrita,
The girl who stood too dark amongst the crowd.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Black like the broken wings of mothers before you
Who had hands with scars from cotton seeds
And blue veins like uprooted trees
Stretching all the way to their tired knees
Burnt fields like black panther fur
You criticize your aging beauty
Speaking in envy of the color gold
Like you are a broken bowl in need of kintsugi
Yet silver snakes still slither
Over the pebbled river beds of your black curls
Dripping down the small of your back
Until they reach the base of your ivory spine
Burnt fields like black panther fur
You criticize your aging beauty
Because you never thought
Cocoa lips and sun spots painted on sculpted clay that never cracks
Could ever look as stunning as it does on you

You told me that it is better to speak my truth then tell pretty lies.
So I told you mine and you cried,
And cried and cried.
But look where we are now,
Standing beside each other with the same eyes,
Just different reflections.

Burnt fields like black panther fur
Tongue like a sword set ablaze
Tempered in pools of milk and honey
Blood red sun grazing the tops of your eyelids
Still reminiscent of those in old photographs
Where you saw the little girl you search for in me
Burnt fields like black panther fur
I am sorry I made you cry
But even when our backs are turned
We are still
Black birds singing in the dead of night
Free
Thank you mama for my broken wings.