Thursday, March 21, 2013

if you only knew



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton







if you only knew

you thread me in your tide; a slow surge of silk 
curls beneath your hands.

our rhythm tapestried by moments, 
we weave this life 
as frail as slivered moon, as strong as august sun.

in slumber, you are restless
until subtle movements cocoon;
you sigh as wings unfurl beneath my fingers.

if you only knew

these stained-glass eyes hold your luminescence within,
wildflower fragrances remembering flight.