Friday, October 26, 2012

The Echo of What Remains

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

It is the way to soulfulness,
this severing of heartsongs,

these wretched silences
when rhythm deafens our ears
to the echo of what remains.

We love even harder
because we have loved before -

we gained before we lost,
no matter what shades of sorrow
grieving weaves
within our parched bones.

We give abundantly of ourselves
to what we adore,
hoping the gift is enough
to restrain madness -
yet, dreading the outline of shadows
that beckon life away from our outstretched arms.

We paint our words with light,
yearning for it to reach our eyes
and steal the darkness from our voices
that long for reprieve.

We linger on the periphery,
more spirit than substance,

trying to fill our flesh
with more than the passing sounds
of autumn leaves.