The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton
Delicate currents entice my feet, my hands,
bidding me to enter this tide unafraid, and I must;
its yearning for me is palpable
as I submerge within its slow swirl.
What shores it has visited, it will not, cannot say;
its clear blues and greens are hypnotic and deep
as we become one, alone but never lonely.
Floating gently,
time seems to disappear, all gravity forsaken -
buoyant, I sigh, hold my breath and swim to the bottom,
touch this truth with innocent hands,
recall a memory I had forgotten
once inside a dream.
It beckons,
this warm, soothing, healing water.
I can only follow its flow.
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