Friday, March 1, 2013

Hope's Feathers — Inspired by Emily Dickinson



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton







Once, we were as wingéd as birds aspiring to become angels, 
ever afloat amidst the fluid thickness of dreams - 
somehow, we misplaced our innocence; 
all that remains are these trailing feathers of hope, 
a sentient gesture, a presence of faith we might gather together, 
where we may create a forest of considerable contemplation,
where we might fly again through a somber sky, 
colors swirling with kaleidoscopic laughter 
as freedom is rediscovered within our hearts
with every quiet thrum, every momentous stroke of silence...