Monday, August 26, 2013

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.