Category: moon

Selene, catch me in your pearlescent embrace. 

Selene, are you here
for the whispers
of my waning soul?
As I slept beneath
your pearlescent beads
did you shroud
me from sight?
If I sit now and stare
upon your face
in the infinite depth
of darkness,
will you kiss me,
caress me, leave a
sheen of your energy
flowing through me?
As I wane will
you catch me…

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Let me dance free of inhibitions.

 

Can I dance through your

thoughts with a key to your soul.

In subdued whispers and a trail of lust.

An uncaught spirit skipping through

the days, as sunlight warms the coldest hearts.

Can I walk with you beneath a changing moon

and watch through your eyes as night dies and

morning wakes.  Whilst the constellations are mapped

out on your skin with the tips of my fingers.

Can I run free and safe through the hazy morn

as the night before becomes a distant dream.

Can I dance through your thoughts unattended

free of inhibition for a moment, for just a moment.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

If I keep moving I can avoid detection, walk unseen on the streets of distraction.
I can run through alleys of fear in darkness, not looking where I am going.
I can avoid eye contact, no one need see my broken spirit.
If I keep moving, impulsively I can heal, band aids of despair I no longer care.
If I keep moving you can’t see me and I can’t see what it is to be me.
If I keep moving at speed and refuse to take heed, I can transform, I can become the mask, a sanctury at last.
If I can keep moving, I can forget, I can fight, I can survive my darkest nights I can endure the sharpened knife in this loveless war.
But this coldness isn’t me and if I keep moving i’ll forget the reason to be.
If I stop moving your light penetrates my dark.
If I stop moving the universe directs my way.
If I keep moving I can outrun the future and create my own, if I keep moving I can sit in peace upon my icey throne.
If I keep moving I can live in the whispered shadows created by fragmants of the moons glow..but oh what a glow.
If I stop moving I feel your light penetrate my dark.
I feel whispers of you on my skin.
I feel you in the calmness that follows our storm, a questioning battle of what I believe to be norm.
The body is purely flesh and bone, flesh and bone, whispered thoughts whislt I am stuck unfucnctionable in that zone.
If I keep moving I have no reason to feel and I can pretend that none of it’s real.
If I stop moving you penetrate my dark.

Karen Hayward 2016 ©

Lunar.

 

My soul has been aching, waiting for you.

Searching the empty sky for your return,

Your call whispering in the night of blue

Oh how deep it is my heart does yearn.

On this eve of evermore your light shines

upon my door, so close to your full form

I count the seconds until it is time

as your energy creates a loving storm.

For you are life and you are she

An empty sphere of dark and light

So simple. Without you we cannot be.

You come to us on the darkest nights,

sprinkling down your diamond shine

So we may know, it will all be fine.

 

Karen Hayward ©2015.