The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Time cannot prevent
our inevitable yearning.
We grasp an inﬁnite palette of starlight
when we clasp our hands together;
we are found in this subtle darkness,
lost in our delight.
We breathe each other's souls
and drink each other's hearts
with quiet hunger
and ravenous feasting,
splendor luminous in our seeking eyes.
We dance slowly
to the sweetest music
we could never imagine,
so beautiful are these realized dreams.
You touch my mouth with yours so gently,
I am moved beyond the borders of weeping.
These are sacred moments sculpted
into memory's garden of wildﬂowers
that will never fade
into the ashes of forgetting.