Category: soulmates

Without the Rainbow Pieces.

Photo courtesy of Walter E. Gantt. ©2016

‘Pieces of a Rainbow.’

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I feel a vast emptiness inside of me,

spreading through the black storm

clouds, I search for my Rainbow and

I recall you gave it away.

And I search  for my love

and I remember you gave it away.

And I wonder where is my passion

and I recall you gave up that too.

And I ponder the way we once connected,

perfectly synchronized

and I don’t even try as you gave that away…

And now I wonder what is left…

A future?

A future without love

without passion

without soul

…is a slow and torturous death.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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I need the silence of the tide. 

I need the silence of forever the calm of the tide,

I’d really like a den in which for me to hide. 

You’re a cog within the works that never should have seen,

I hid beneath the radar happy just to be. 

My growth is self imposed it leads me to my fate,

I stand alone in shadows but time is getting late. 

My wings were feeling heavy and the universe could see,

So when I whispered, please, I’m ready,

they handed you to me. 

You’re my reason in the dark that never should have seen,

I hid beneath the radar happy just to be.

I’m stubborn in my mind and fought the dark alone,

I look upon myself and see how much I’ve grown. 

Now my path is changing it heads toward the moon,

The tide is ever ebbing upon me all too soon. 

I need the silence of forever the calm of the tide,

I need to change my plans, I need you at my side. 
Karen Hayward ©2016 

 

Passing Through.

If you ever happen to be back this way

perhaps, i’ll stop by and say

‘Are you passing by or here to stay?’

and you’ll whisper, ‘Soon. I’ve still a debt to pay.’

And my heart will break as I whisper back, ‘Okay.’

Every Soul Seeks.

When darkness falls and the mist, rolls, in,

my thoughts become so clouded.

The dusk of days gone and past pull me

into a love crazed, haze.

Blinded by words not uttered,

love not told, in that moment of separation,

no return.

For life rolls on as the mist comes and goes.

It always will, you’ll never be,

more then a drifting thought of the

morning sun. I couldn’t ask,

I couldn’t take, I can only hope

I made the choice that’s right for you.

As darkness falls and the thoughts roll in

I close my eyes and travel the years

to the tender touch and arms wrapped tight

to a lioness kiss and blushing cheeks,

back to that moment,

that every soul seeks.

A risk for he that did once exist.

In the back waters of reality I know it don’t exist

illusions whisper in the night, that it is a worthy risk.

So many dreams to spoil in a day

just with the words I so need to say.

I stop and I think and I turn away

and wonder who is it, that I truly betray.

In the back waters of reality I tell myself this,

you are an image that no longer exists.

The pretence of the truth of a forgotten kiss,

is that really worthy of the risk?

A moment in time.

It was not your honesty that flamed her heart,

nor your belief or even the love you had for her.

It was your deceit that opened

her eyes, it was your disbelief that gave fuel

to her soul and gave her the wings to fly. The emptiness

created by you gave her a void to fill,

the pain left by you, gave her wounds to stop

and be healed. If it were not for your deceit,

she would never have found herself. As for your love,

that was the only proof she needed, that fairy tales

can exist, even if only for a moment in time.

Fairy Tale Queens.

Fairy tale queens and petals of pink,

vivid illusions that create the brink.

A mind filled, with white clouded fluff

delusions of monsters and all that stuff.

The sun creeps the skies over the moon

and the day rests again all too soon.

Dreams of a life on the page of a book

hiding eagerly beneath a reading nook.

Stories of old from the lips of a chief

of a love that was taken by a barbarous thief.

There was blood filled screeches and violence galore

the audience begged to please tell them more.

Fairy tale dreams and petals of pink,

the creation of an unbreakable link.

The lost souls of the land

reaching out their hands,

in the fairy tale dreams

with their fairy tale, Queens.