The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
When a butterﬂy perishes,
will it become a fully-ﬂedged angel?
For wingéd things are not meant to lose
their patterns of ﬂight, only their mortal shapes.
There have been dreams when they whispered
such secrets to me in song and when I awoke,
I couldn't remember their lyrics,
only the music they wove into light -
yet, humans cannot seem to understand these frail truths,
only the strength of wind rising beneath them,
lifting them beyond...