You, the Beautiful Dreamer

The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

You, the beautiful dreamer, were a mountain -

your majestic presence was skillfully etched

upon the landscape of my heart.

You rose from the valley of sorrow

to touch the sky with tender mercy

as the clouds wove a garland of music around us

with the exquisite fragrances

of unspoken languages

echoing salvation's subtle desire.

There were stars far above the horizon

glistening with rapture

as you quietly moaned

through this ruptured soil.

I dreamed I was a field of wildflowers -

painted rainbows sighing across your face,

a blanket of gentle whispers

unveiled by bountiful blossoms

that traced your features

with compassion and understanding.

I rose from determined seeds once forgotten by wild winds,

sinking my slender roots into an aegis of dust and dew,

reaching for the grace of sunlight.

As I slumbered,

I dreamed we danced with purpose into fragile, infinite moments,

surrounded by silent laughter falling softly from Heaven's gate,

a lingering legacy of love's lessons learned.