Monday, November 25, 2013

Altering This Landscape



The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton






I feel ancient, like the tide.

Time sweeps currents of change
upon my rocky shoreline,
altering this landscape without recompense.

Sorrow has claimed these infinite borders of my heart;
I fall into shadows, forlorn.

I felt your tender touch silently surrounding my soul
as I surrendered my tears to the sea.

Immersed in wheatfields waving wild
in a western wind, I imagine
soothing currents surrounding me
with warmth,

a shell echoing with whispers
of a surging life I never knew.

Love is like that, you know -
unknown terrain that seems familiar,
somehow.

We drift slowly through dreams,
searching for different shores.