The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Beyond a misted horizon,
there are things that will not rise
and those that shall not settle
or remain subdued.
Beneath shivered shadows,
one lingers, languid within thoughts
unwilling to become memories
as they recede toward a distant shore
where sea song cannot retrieve their echoes.
Eyes strained by unending search
lift into darkened skies
as if to request an answer
which will not come when bidden.
We stretch our sorrow beyond mere moments,
caressing its nape
as if to soothe
the beasts we have become
by refusing to just let go.
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