Cold, wet earth.
Grey clouds and droplets of rain.
Daffodils already through, garden readying anew. Transformation begins. Vibrational reflections felt, heard and required.
Even in winter, I come here when tired.
Damp dirt to awaken my spirit.
Life’s cycle, clearance nearing completion.
Spring will bring new hope.
Karen Hayward ©2016.
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.
Feel not the strength of my force
but the depth of my passion.
Feel me as I pull you under
the air pulled from your lungs
as I circle your body.
Feel me as you sink further in,
your eye’s lost in mine as I create a cyclone of desire.
Feel me as I devour your soul in one single wave of ecstasy.
Feel me as I wrap myself around your body,
feel me as excitement builds,
Feel me as my energy rises,
Fell me as my strength recovers,
Feel me as I explode against you in orgasmic rush.
Feel the depth of my passion as I pull you under.
Karen Hayward. 2015© Image and words.
When I close my eyes I can still feel the whispers of your thoughts
against my skin. Muted the words skim across me dancing off the
ebbing tide. Hiding between the grains of sand. You wonder why I
cannot see, perhaps I no longer know where to look, so many grains
covered by pebbles, endorsed by shells of hidden depth and crushed
by the seaside walkers. Perhaps I just don’t know where to look.
The tide draws up and then pulls back, leaving a trail of glistening
water in its path, foam litters the shore, covering more. I look for you
along the waters edge, you are so far out I cannot reach you, and I
am so far in you cannot see me. But everyday that tide draws in and every
day the water meets the grains of time. Every day I wonder if today
we can connect. Today on the shore we will meet with the ocean beneath
Karen Hayward ©2015.
The day is too cold to
stand bare foot in the sand
or to let my eye’s relax
and the horizon scan.
Busy thoughts are instead
replaced with busy hands.
Cleaning it seems is as
good as any plan.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)
The frost seeps into my finger tips
as my mind tears open and rips.
Frost lays across the top of cars
the sky is looking less angrily dark.
I search for the moon for her haunting stare
to know for a second that she looks down and cares.
I search and look but the sky lays dark
apart from the lonely northern star.
What are the skies without the moon?
A darkness that envelopes to soon.
Karen Hayward (copyright) 2015. Image and words.
6am and the world is still asleep
as the darkness thins
and the sun begins to creep.
A hushed silence found only in the morn’
before the noise awakes
before the earthly storm.
The clouds of pink and red now turn
as the sky grows lighter
and the sun begins to burn.
Birds begin to wake,
soaring the skies
and singing for joys sake.
Silk webs twinkle in the dew
as spiders wake
to explore this day that’s new.
It doesn’t last it never does
as the world awakes
in their incessant rush.
So each night I sleep and then I wake
to see this world,
for my very own sake.
Karen Hayward (Copyright) 2015.