Whispers in the breeze of yesterdays thoughts
I dream of a sanity that I have often sought.
As I look to the skies for the light that shines north
and I think of the beauty left uncaught.
I dream of a day where humanity goes forth,
where loneliness is felt no more
and poverty is no longer a disease of the poor.
All this in the whisper of a breeze along the shore,
a knowing that I will one day arrive at that door.
Karen Hayward ©2015.
So, wordpress updated on my phone somewhere between then and now. I like it. It all feels very fresh and very easy to access, now. But ten minutes ago I could have screamed at it. I searched everywhere to try to figure out how to write a post…everywhere. And the entire time there was this really annoying orange bubble, jist floating there getting in my way…twenty minutes it took me, twenty minutes lost to the world of confusion, twenty minutes to realise that the orange bubble was actually the pen symbol for writing a post…grrrr think it’s gonna be one of those days!!!
As night time ends and a new day begins,
there is a small pocket of time,
where I can spread out my wings.
In the silent rush of the eternal day,
As the stars die out
I can sit and watch the moons last play.
I feel as the darkness kisses my skin,
as the morning chill
as the silence touchs the thoughts that it brings,
as one night ends and a new day sings.
Speckled grains of broken dreams,
ripping holes in all i’ve seen.
Empty eyes, heart long gone
birds sing a lonely song.
My feet are bare against the grass,
how long will this emptiness last?
My skies are black and greying too,
as buds burst into a new.
As flowers scream into the light,
and the moon dances through the night,
and nothings wrong,
and nothings right,
my broken dreams are out of sight.
Karen Hayward (c) 2015.