Supine in a moments serenity

3D somehow becomes

2D and I am

transported through time

to when clouds

were shapes

and the sky

was an endless

playground.

Terra tugs at my core

caressing lost strands

of self

as my inner child

sings nursery rhymes

fit for a killer.

Death lays all around me.

Abandoned graves

aging trees

Adulthood on the

lost lips of kids as

they grasp at the

milk cartons

and for a moment

I see St Nicholas

flying high through

cornflower blue skies

I close my eyes

for a last moments

reprieve

“please wake me

from this dream”

but no one hears

I am four and

discovering

that God does

not exist…

… I lay now,

supine in a

moments serenity

reflecting my daily

wish to wake from

this dream

they call life…

Karen Hayward ©2018

Whispering clouds

3D somehow becomes
2D and I am
transported through time
to when clouds
were shapes
and the sky
was an endless
playground.
Terra tugs at my core
caressing lost strands
of self
as my inner child
sings nursery rhymes
fit for a killer.
Death lays all around me.
Abandoned graves
aging trees
Adulthood on the
lost lips of kids as
they grasp at the
milk cartons
and for a moment
I see St Nicholas
flying high through
cornflower blue skies
I close my eyes
for a last moments
reprieve
“please wake me
from this dream”
but no one hears
I am four and
discovering
that God does
not exist…

… I lay now,
supine in a
moments serenity
reflecting my daily
wish to wake from
this dream
they call life…

Karen Hayward ©2018

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The intrinsic beauty of an introverts soul.

Have you ever watched the intrinsic

workings of an introverts soul?

We hide deep within the shadows

listening as shoes are worn tread bare.

We scuttle through raindrops

feeling the celestial embrace upon our skin.

We roar into empty skies at twilight

with the moon caressing silent thoughts.

But if you look real close,

if you pay attention to our inaudible beat,

you can see us skipping across powder puff clouds

of white searching in emerald skies of blue,

dancing to natures frequency,

singing to the birds symphony.

Have you ever seen the intrinsic

workings of an introverts soul?

Karen Hayward*©2017

Wishes in silence. 

The soft essence of dreams cocooned upon white clouds of divinity. Lost in the celestial song of the universe it is here I am found, hidden within the silence, embraced by true loves kisses on distant wishes and every dandelion clock that ticks and tocks  spirited upon a summers breeze, a wish for you, a wish from me. 
Karen Hayward ©2017

Rain wash away my worries.

Oh grey clouds above my head,
That cried whilst i slept upon my bed,
How soft and warm your tears do fall,
Nourishment to help my soul grow tall.
Oh heavy clouds that weep and weep,
Washing away, whats not mine to keep.
Do you fall just for me?
Do you see what i see?
Cleanse me,
Please. Wash away the day,
The things they say
Wash away the knowing,
The showing, the telling the secrets and the lies.