Sunday, January 19, 2014


The Echo of What Remains Collected Poems of Wanda Lea Brayton

Wrapped loosely in the sun of your cautious silk,
I will travel far to find your hands.

Nuances fade into wind, carrying subtle scents 
as we forget what is truth, what is knowledge.

The only thing that matters now
is the light streaming from your eyes as you look back,
to see if I am following.