… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she tucked away the delicacies of her soul, ran her fingers through blush pink silken threads, muted green satin bows, gently stroked rich purple velvet and pressed delicate feathers to her lips. She closed Pandoras chest, not turning the key. Her secret? Beyond titanium lays the intricate threads of a candy floss soul. Rays of sun upon deep breaths tickling her tongue, she knew, with trust must come vulnerability… And as the pale sun burned fiercely through wandering thoughts she left the chest open,
knowing it was time…
Karen Hayward ©2017
Image found on pinterest.
What now of lovers forgotten stem
that roots me to the essence of them
On kisses brow,
Not a second wasted, but now.
For is our bond not of rarest gem?
What lingering thoughts
a constance in my battleground mind
Yet, in peace and calm in you they find.
A lovers map of fate
destined paths leading, winding, twirling
through the undergrowth of survival
Till upon a greying day
stems become vines
and the universe whispers
that you are truly
Karen Hayward ©2017 image and words
In darkness I search
but no longer find
of hope that have
of twilight moments
between just I and
the dark skies.
Image MJG ©
My Prince of dark sins and purest love
do you hear the melody of my heart
as it skips across the days night?
My song is for you alone the ancient
Symphony of a soul reborn and found
Life after death after life. My spirit
sings a silent song found between
the chords of our thoughts. Do you hear
it? For I hear yours, it curves around
these bars, caresses me as I sleep
it embraces my naked soul, it is hope
when skies are dark. Do you hear me,
this caged bird sings, for you, to you,
in forgotten words, and an unknown
tune, in purest lust and love so true.
Karen Hayward ©2017
* observational poem, a beautiful elderly lady with a soft Irish accent stopped to chat with me.
You are honey to my soul
The soft ancient caress of love
that whispers across the breeze.
The gentle undertones of wisdom
a kiss from the spirit of yesteryear
reminding me, they are forever near.
Karen Hayward ©2016