Monday, November 5, 2012

Leaning Into Grace

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

You spoke to me in the silent laughter of tulips,
gathering my hair with your hands,
wishing for fields to spread its golden mass.

Your eyes were quiet and filled with light.

We danced in small spaces as the stars
peeled back the canvas of night
and the moon rose, 
touching your mouth tenderly.

You offered everything 
to one who had nothing left to give.
My empty hands understood your bold truth
and opened to acceptance. Dreams were woven
in a single night, blankets for the future
to shelter us both from the coming storms.

Clouds formed into a swan, 
its pastel wings spread wide across a prairie sky 
and I knew it was time to forsake all of those things 
that could never claim my heart as you did.