***In honor of the first edition of the Reverie (in which I am privileged to be featured), I am breaking with my usual format of plain ol’ silliness and posting an old favorite- it’s a bit out of character, and angsty poem. Wanna see another angsty-one-a-la-Ivy, then get to the Reverie or download a free copy of the entire first edition today from Kindle.
Secure as I slept,
So out of character to feel sheltered by another’s presence.
Feather light kisses to my closed and trusting eyes—I wake.
“Is it time?”
Don’t let it be time.
You don’t fear the quest. There is no self-doubt.
In its place an all-consuming determination to defend those you love, here and gone.
We always anticipated it would be you,
Your arms around me as I slipped away,
My hand in yours.
It was all a set-up, a confidence game of the fates,
We didn’t realize the train was coming,
Or that the roster had changed.
The morning you stepped away
off to places I could only try to understand,
I still believed you’d return.
How foolish to think Jupiter lived by earthly rules,
Hurling bolts of lightning while we brazenly tempted fate.
The strike was made—our destiny sealed,
Impenetrable and unyielding to our impassioned pleas.