Oh Kiss Me.

karenspicturepromptKiss me with lips so tender and passion so wild.

Here beneath falling flakes in an echo-less

moment of divine beauty. Kiss me, on ancient

grounds, feel the essence of ancestors,

feel the whispers of our druid sisters as they

chant an incantation of love upon winters breeze.

A promise of springs new born breath blossoming

within our hearts. Kiss me,

kiss me with passions embrace, with a joyous love

celestial in nature transcendent in beliefs listen

beyond our realm to the beat of a folktale long ago told

of fairies wings and glittered dust of finest diamonds

sprinkled upon the young at heart and old of soul.

Oh kiss me, here beneath falling snow, oh kiss me,

dear love, kiss me.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

The key to the castle of abandoned hopes.

Take my hand,
let me slip my fingers between yours,
walk with me
To a beautiful place.
Feel the mist cling
against our skin
as we wander,
Slowly,
effotlessly,
without words
through a long forgotten forest.
And when we find the gate,
hidden,
over grown with ivy and wild
roses,
Push with me,
be my strength,
follow me as I skip up
the old abandoned steps,
To the castle of forgotten hope.
Hidden deep within the trees,
away from the sky,
out of reach of the sun.
Solitude,
Darkness swarming through the mist.
Take me to the top,
to the highest point,
show me what I cannot see.
Show me what it is I see,
There, alone,
show me what it is
To be.