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.