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.