The voice

 

 

Perfumed rose petals line the drawer

You scented with rose wood, you remember?

I laid upon the adjoining laced davenport watching

You arms embraced when you finished, whispering I love you

 

You asked me never to, open the drawer till we were separated

How I adored you darling, so I listened and put it out of my thoughts

Through my blessed years you shared many loving memoires

Still my favorite is the walks along the beaches in Somerville.

 

Years went by we still walked and sat at the small cafes in Castile towns

I will always ember the last one before you left me, the one in  small town off France

We stopped at Mural for ashore time, took pictures of the romantic castle, ours.

How strange, even funny now it made sense, you asked me did I look what I thought you meant was the castle

I hurried home from the last trip to the hospital

I sat fighting back the tears, would want to see, well I wasn't ready but I closed my eyes, First in the drawer was mirror, and I looked it showed us when we married and kept rolling backward

How strange it played outre whole life, I cried tears so hard, would he how did he where would you get such a thing made?

 

Well, my journey further was box wrapped in blue checked gem, I held my hands over my mouth I had seen this before.

But it was bit dusty, my fingers not what they use to be kinda sore, I opened the box

Inside was key an old key, and handkerchief I could smell the scent where had I smelled that

I know mine at one of the dances. In the very bottom you lift the latch and it showed a small opening to a lock could the key fit?

 

I tried it but the box was small and it did lift the pear shaped latch knot.

I wounded if he knew I was looking. Wow I searched further in this mans drawer

In the side was box in it was old  quelled, on scroll golden sealed letters. Each one more intriguing but not from me. It was from lady who conversed many years about a castle that wow was ours?

He had many dark secrets, wow.

I wondered now if I ever really knew my husband. He was wonderful man but I read on

He had this woman keeping a secret now I would learn a mail would come tome after 12 days. To explain further my will.the letter would arrive with red crisom seal D capital on it

 

I was totally exhausted but as good novel I read on, each one as if through history. He was so many things, as doctors but I looked again the dates 1817, wait he couldn't have been alive? My fingers lit the candle since darkness was upon and I shut the light down. I read on this beautiful dark hair lady was his assistant later his what I screamed wife wait!

How I had to read on....The girl next with small attached photo was red hair. She looked bit Irish.

I wondered why I would feel this, jealously me who never did or had a reason to.

I really felt sadness as I read on her life was hard living in ruins castle with no food at times.

Why had she wrote to my husband?

 

Could this maybe be his fathers memories his life? He knew maybe after 50 years to the day wanted to share? I stopped trembling our anniversary.

 Why am I know looking after al theses  years?

You never know life, I just laid my laced print glasses down, and laid back my head. I must fallen asleep for I had of because I was in Michael's arms but not as i am now but as we were many years ago

I loved it we were dancing around the trees and in front of castle no whenever did in front of this place, I stopped he smiled, I awoke scared. I lifted my glasses back to my face.

 

I shut the drawer and walked to the davenport to sit and gaze at the apple tree. I remember we plated that years ago. It was funny to we walked by the farmers market and he said look at the price of apples, lets grow our own he was always like that self knowing. So we bought it planted it that winter twice it almost died he was determined to save it he slept by the tree and covered through the storm.

 

So it bear beautiful golden apples and he was so happy each day he would sing a ditty. I wondered why he sang to the tree or matter of fact most things he did.

 

He was happy man.

 

The tree tonight must know he is gone, it looks so sad. I need to say goodnight to it as he did I don't know the sings, I will still do it.

I reachers for my shawl covered my shoulders felt bait chilled.I ooened the drawing room door to the terrace. I could see the tree, as if to say hello it, hung over the patio door.

I never understood but Michael loved it as he ate there.

Sometimes I felt he was so connected with mother earth as I wasn't as close.

It was strange feeling, I gazed as if the tree saw me, strange, I must be losing it. But it looked sad drew away as I saw it maybe as the wind blew it yes that's right.

I guess it is karma.

 At smudged alefa in my pot, and smiled watered the tree and the plants. Then a bit chilly

The wind was picking up for this time of year I guess maybe abt of the oceans wind.

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Awakening I could feel his arms around me, but I could feel bit damp.
The terrace door was opened had I forgotten to close it, I wasn't sure
I sat up. I realized then I was alone, or was I

 

I decide to fix a bit of marmalade toast and tea, While it was brewing I decided to walk again in our room. I reached but as I did something took my hand
I wasn't afraid, it wasnt'Micheal
But it was woman, she guided me back to the drawer I was so afraid, then I wasn't afraid of the spirit, but of what more I could find
The tea kettle went off, I took saucer and cup from the cabinet
I then set my tea bag in it. She smiled, do you know who Am?
I smiled yes I do
You are the woman in the picture, I seen in his letters my husbands letters. She smiled yes then you knew who I really was?

 

I said no she said do you know the haunting of brigd?I am her sister you will soon meet her.
, a protector spirit, and the cobra, the only creature in all creation made by someone other than Amun.I am a spirit and I will show the cobra to be.

 

I took abet of my toast thinking why had he left me to open the worlds seals, I was amazed and downfounded

 

I went to my tree of life and sat outside while the storm still brewed
I called to the mightest"Brigit, Wise One, 
We, your children, call to you. 
Lady, Smithy, 
We, your children, invite you here. 
Triple Goddess,

 

She would become who Am as I knew it was from his letter
Said to ask to invoke?
It was bit early and the each wind would stir the illumining it said to line all the letters to the ten winds
I sat them with apples to hold them, yet then I lit the candles
But the drawer had all of them but one

 

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I lay awake in cries while the candles lit throwing myself across to die, yes to die
I could hear something I dare not look up for fear I was an old woman and could they not take pity
On me!

 

Get up dear one, ye shall hear soft waters again, begone old one see thy newness who you are
I peeked a tree is talking, and spirits, I am doomed !
NO! said familiar voice.

 

    You of course knew of mother earths gift, all mother nature calling.

A voice stopped her at the last moment, she looked in the drawer and seemly looked, Aphrodite was Adonis' lover and had a part in his birth, what does this have to do with heres she finished she could hear music the letters as she took them one by one, each was etching in history years before
What can all this mean, she knew she has to fiend out, in the bottom  of the case she found red slightly velvet bag and inside was a ring, key? Now she looked as she did out the corner of her eye. Joined another spirit.Shw was amazed each time she picked up something there lifeline would appear, but not as easy she would put them back and yes they still stayed. Each had destiny just as her love story.

 

Wills and ring, key my hands went over the side of the davenport tears came, but I stopped each one had there hands patting. They asked can you see us, and feel us I said yes they left where did they go to get more, was to be haunted?

 

Or was the one torture to haunt me from my earlier dreams with Michael alive? Unfeeling goddess of the underworld.

 

 

 

Why I asked she replied your destiny
Michael will see you soon. I knew then I had to be dreaming
But I wasn't, so I will now live with many people in my house.
I will have to read letters to understand
I sat down and then left the tree which now was silent and i could see the letters, I started to read when they read to me, I sat back in utterances as they spoke in many languages which I could see as the winds play. music Irish music played where I wasn't sure but as I said many of this didn't make sense but I had to see, My hands as they spoke were softer and I could feel strange a glow.

 

music played a glow filtered the room as if another one was present except it was emulating from me

 

part three coming...