If tomorrow never happens…

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If tomorrow never happens
if the sun forgets to come.
If darkness reigns the earth
will you know what you have done?
If coldness sweeps the land
and seas swell above a line.
If the horseman comes a begging,
will you know how you did shine?
If man stands divided, flames of devils lore,
Do you know what side you’ll fall on and are you really all that sure.

 

Karen Hayward ©2018

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i’m a muddle…

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I’m a muddle of repeated songs, odd socks and wild hair.

I care too much and yet care too little, i’m as fragile as a

porcelain doll that refuses to break when thrown against the wall,

but will chip at the slightest sign of mistrust.  My hands are

a battleground of clumsiness and my skin wears proudly

the pale hue of my heritage. My eyes truly are the windows

to my soul they whisper the secrets of pain I hide

and scream of the excitement rushing in my veins.

Yeah, i’m a muddle of chaos and calm, vivid and pale

rich, enigmatic hues of a wandering soul…

 

Karen Hayward ©2018

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The enchanted promises…

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Your gift to me I shall treasure

until comes the day when I can

rest upon your chest and feel

the beating of our hearts in unison.

My wings will know the essence of life

upon them as I soar through the skies

resting upon clouds as the ascending

sun skips across mountain tops.

I will wander through the storms of existence,

your love my protection. For I see it now,

no longer do I walk alone, with only my shadow.

I will search the darkness for light

and when needed,

call upon you, my knight.

I will sever no ties, I will stay within sight,

but promise me,

please,

my dearest love…do not wander into the

enchanted forest where I cannot follow,

do not befall the bitter tincture

of love in guise…for if I cannot follow,

If I look and cannot find,

then how am I to awaken you with true loves kiss?

You will be lost to an eternity of slumber

your soul rotting deep within the dark realms.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Sleep why do you leave me

feeling so very desolate?

As words form an orderly

line at this creative gate.

Why do you rob me of my

precious dreams

to think instead of reality

and all that, it seems.

Sleep why do leave

me alone with my shadow

where darkness

waters thoughts sown.

Sleep, why do you

leave me alone?

 

Karen Hayward ©2018

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The matrix of paper cut souls

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I wonder if we listen carefully enough

will we hear the distant whir of machinery.

A computerised filing cabinet,

blossoming leaves stained with the ink

of fallen tears.

A matrix of every decision I have made,

every indecision,

every heart break shared in solitude upon that bench.

What pain, fear, self esteem and lack of belief have

those frozen petals collected over the years.

And yet I never came back and told you.

I never told you that I passed those exams

you watched me study for, I never told you

I failed my history A level, I never told you

I failed my Maths…again.

I never came back to say I had sorted it out,

it was fixed, things were better,

I was hurting less. I wonder if these

fallen leaves are the half tales I recall.

If for a moment the thin veil

between worlds were to separate,

would I find here drawn against the

crumbling walls of this ancient castle,

the blueprint of my resistance

paths walked, destinies lost,

fates forgotten.

And who guards my precious data?

For I feel the ancient call tug upon my

soul as I wander close by, a core need

whispering on winters breeze carried

upon frozen dust particles,

calling me home.

But who is it that calls unto my soul?

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Dandelion seeds.

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Come and sit with me in a

field of blossomed daisies

and dandelion clocks. We’ll

plan our future upon the

wishes of seeds that float

upon a lovers breeze.

Show me those eyes of blue,

let me swim within the depths

of our soul as you reflect me

and I reflect you.

Take my hands in yours let

our energy dance in celebration

of our unity

as we travel times boundaries

and the universe bows

before our love clearing

our destined path.

Come, sit

with me in a field

of blossomed daisies.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

 

Wide across the universe.

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Where are you when the twilight hour is upon me? Darkness lingers across my skin where your fingers trailed within dreams. No illumination marks my sky,
Droplets of my love are carried on Selenes tears as she spills moon beams across your night calling to you in sleeps lullaby.
For a moment, a mere wisp of time we share sleeps quarters, we traverse between the worlds, fingering the thin veil of hope… Perhaps we can share the same dream. Sit here upon this log, beneath star filled skies and watch the horizon spreading hues of our love wide across the universe…
Karen Hayward ©2017

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