Night embraces like a velvet shroud
Your scent surrounds me,
Far from me, the dawn is rising
Your dreams of me now
I feel you with all my senses, why
Is a mystery, yet everyday
You’re not here, you’re there wading
Into coastal waters, taking out
A new sirens song so soft and sweet
Luring you to sail again to
Whispered warm from ruby lips
A younger, sweeter song
Choices made, perhaps too soon
The house on the cliff a
From broken dreams of love eternal
To broken bones on a
©Constance Avery 2015
And in the Spring
I remember you
The smile I loved
Your eyes, so blue
The look you gave
As I undressed
Your hand so cool
Upon my breast
Next Winter came
We both moved on
To foreign lands
And love long gone
I wonder still
When Spring returns
Do you remember
How hot love burns
Constance Avery, 2015
The troops of devastation invaded this night, marching in jackboots into the heart of her Soul. Fortresses left burning in their wake, the landscape littered with the bloodied corpses of memory and the putrid smell of rotting attachments.
She mustered an army for combat but the adversary was far stronger than her defense. There had been many such battles waking her in the dead of night. Calls rang out from the watchtowers, alerting her to intrusion. She awakened, surprised by the ferocity of the attack; as Queen of this kingdom called Soul, she must lead her warriors into the fray.
She fought long and hard against the demons. Many troops fled leaving her open to further assault. Soul was shattered this night. She reentered the fortress, massive gates closing behind what was left of her contingent; her defenders dazed and bloodied. Recovery would be difficult and retribution long in coming. Incursions happened often during her reign over Soul, but she had learned how to rule through trial and tribulation.
Overall, she had been competent, a just and benign ruler. The battles became more difficult as years came and went. What was left of her defenders paid a high price for their loyalty. How much longer would they fight to protect Soul? She had built a kingdom esteemed by many, only she knew its weaknesses. In negotiations with outsiders, she could be inscrutable and exhibited an air of danger. The true strength of Soul was hidden behind the barrier of bravado.
She wondered how long she could reign; the last years had been fraught with breaches and her will to defend Soul weakened with each infringement. She must consider her options. Soul must be rebuilt whatever the cost.
Soul had been a victim of treachery, not the least of which, her own.
Let us meet in Spring
We will hang our neuroses out to air in sunshine
We will wallow in our lust and luxuriate in our love.
Remember for me. You and I.
Let us restore the purity of love,
The innocence of hope.
Regain the joy of illusion and
the passion of reality.
I will no longer sing of heartache
but will live to love again.
You will not hear my cries except those of joy.
I will find you once more through the eyes of love.
From this time forward, I have no void,
I have filled it with Reason.
I gave you my soul, It is my only gift to give.
I know it is the only gift you can take.
You fear my touch, my presence would disturb
your well-being and your sense of self.
And that, I could not bear.
For I love you beyond all
In a way no other could understand.
I told you true that I would always love you.
I’ve loved you across centuries and will
love you in centuries to come.
Allow me nightly passage into dreams
to touch your soul.
Let me read your mind and breathe with you.
Secure the gate at sunrise.
Guard the gate well, my Centurion.
©Constance Avery, 2008