Sunday, March 10, 2013

Ancient Eyes



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton






Heed these lines upon my face, 
this deep mapping of my soul;
I have traveled far to bring wisdom 
to those who hear only silence. 

Sight once turned inward 
now seeks the Great Beyond 
where laughter roams with buffalo 
and peace is found in caverns of the bear. 

This metal I wear is only weight 
that keeps me tethered to this soil; 
there is no treasure 
save that within your heart. 

Listen! 
Can you hear the thrum? 

It is life, bringing me home.