I envy them, him, their love has a pureness seen only in the final pages of old dusty fairytale books, each kiss I believe renders them immortal, spells dispersed and magic created in the enchanted presence of such a love as theirs.
Such a simple existence, a moments kiss and passion fills their auras spilling outward, exploding into the melancholy day and yet, a kiss filled with so much desire and not an iota of indecency, as though they are God’s angels, as though their love is blessed by the heavens and coveted in white feathers. They speak with their eyes, knowing glances that say, ‘ill be back soon my love, but in these seconds without you, know only this, I exist for you, for you.’ I envy them, him, her, I envy them.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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This is an observational poem on a couple I see almost daily, in the latter part of their lives now they still love each other with a pure depth, she stands at the gate waving till he’s at the end of the road, where he gives her one last wave before he turns the corner… It’s a beautiful thing to watch.

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Peach skies

Crystalline whispers
of shattered dreams
ascending the summit
of one’s soul,
yesterdays mountain…
Like waves
frozen in time,
the forgotten hues
of defeat as the spring
thaw brings new
blossoms.
A Kaleidoscopic
rainbow of colour,
flush pink petals,
lush green leaves,
a horizon before
me of fresh promises
as a new dawn breaks
and the skies
turn a gentle ebb of
deep peach.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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The scented hues of serenity

… for moments blissful
lost in scented realms,
piano notes and blue,
blue skies of forever.

… On shores of golden
sand, speckled shells
and washed up glass.

… In wisping meadows
crickets sing, grasses
sway, butterfly wings
dance.

… In evergreens, dark,
lush, moist moss creeping
between shadows lost.

… In slumbers keep, soft
pillows, warm arms,
tender kisses on
pearlescent beams.

For moments blissful
Lost in scented realms
Seconds so lush, wishful,
Love given to oneself.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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To ebb with the moons blessing

It is believed to be an honor
to ebb in sync with the moon
as she waxes into her full face
The ancient whispers of truth
filling sisters with grace…
Shamans, priestesses and healers
synchronise to this cycle of blood,
the red moon, ebbing and flowing
outward bound darkness sung
with light energy glowing.

But I would beg to differ…

An insatiable hunger holds me
As my carnivorous desire drives me
Rational thought now a forgotten entity,
The drummer boy with blades my new reality,
Seven days of sleep
then seven days insomnia,
I find silence now at twilight
sit deep in thought throughout my night,
Just me, the ham and the god danm fridge light.

Yet they say,
this is a blessing
the red moons energy
deep within my core
Empowering, releasing…

Karen Hayward ©2018
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A million shards of shattered self.

He embraced me, with my heart in pieces,
his fingers held me tight within his grasp,
collected up the fragments
and put them high upon a shelf.
He didn’t try to fix me, said, I was perfect
as I came. Still, his love became the glue
and the pieces spelled his name.
I found lust among his kisses, a primal
calling of a mate, and strength within
his arms that surround me late at night.
He’s the passion in my essence, the power
in my voice, the gentle loving kisses
he is my every choice. I gather up his
pieces and take him as he comes
in lust, desire, love and need,
I know he is the one.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Restless toes.

I am restless, the sea calls out to me
like a mother calling
her child and
I am burdened to answer my souls call.

I am restless craving the gentle ebb
of a silent tide creeping across sand
lulling toxic thoughts, offering lifes answers.

I am restless, my toes search for soft grains
my fingers yearn for his cold icy touch
my eyes need it’s endless horizon of hope.

I am restless, the sea calls out to me
on salty fog and the gulls crying song
and I am burdened to answer it’s call.

Karen Hayward © 2018
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The truest of beauty

I looked for the stars in an empty sky,
then I see them twinkling in your precious eyes.
I looked to the world for beauty unseen
I find it right there in your fearsome belief.
I looked in the faces for pure kindness you see,
then I saw it was all that you were able to be.
I looked to the universe for a reason to see,
and the universe gave you, to me.

Karen Hayward ©2015.