Lifting Them Beyond

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...