Monday, April 15, 2013

Beyond Sound or Silence: Inspired by Octavio Paz



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton







Time cannot prevent 
nor dissuade 
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 

or fall 
into the ashes of forgetting.