Poems by Wendy Mary Lister
2012
The earth feels
flimsy at night
Faint echoes
hide in corners,
on the cusp of
broken dreams;
Reality mustn’t
bound sleep,
when hope fills
the early light,
or when eyelids
tangle limbs
2013
I will remember you
as the artisan who
created my aurora –
As the one who
painted a beautiful
vision in dreams;
As the one who
built a cathedral
of columns with
views that hold-
angles close to
my heart:
I am a relic,
who’s soul
survives time –
carves brief
moments of love,
allows to shine —
The moon now
steers the night,
breathlessly
taunting eyes
with its timeless,
mystical light
