Poems by Wendy Mary Lister

Poems by Wendy Mary Lister
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
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,
taunting eyes
with its timeless,
mystical light

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