Ageless

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

The shore defines the breadth of a single current, 

its final measurements unknown.

We stood on sculpted edges of yesterday and tomorrow
as two souls navigated this terrain of gestures.

Fragile in our exploration, we leaned 

into a circle that remains, even now.

We fell upon the sand, laughing at time,
stunned by our mutual surrender of balance.

You moaned softly, your fingers weaving tides in my hair.

We gentled the landscape, 

stitching each moment with enduring thread.

I remember how branches shivered, 

sighing their melodies into dusk as you moved me 

within your quiet song, my leaves whispering 

autumn's tenderness into your open palms.

Our surrender found roots entangled 

beneath a secretive moon as stars fell, surrounding us
with dying light's final revelation.

Glistening, rising, we sought the sea's tributaries
within each other's eyes.