Who now but the waves that ebb and flow

My dearest, see now how the sun kisses
the ashes of your soul that swim through
the days tide that ebbs and flows searching for home. Alas, you are home,
paradise to an eternal soul, I touch my
fingers to the calm motion of your love
and for a moment I feel your touch. You crossed dimensions to stand at my side,
traversed the oceans on a waning moon to feel the essence of my soul and with every falling ebb I whisper to the far of waves, I miss you. . . for who now will hear of my secrets, who now will understand the macabre laughter of my soul and who now will tell me how to love and just when I think I am alone the tide once more, kisses the shore.

Karen Hayward ©2017

Even the Devil doesn’t want you!

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Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Take the mornings
fragrance
into your soul.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the scent
of shame.
Never
forget it.

God, God’s
Deities, cosmos,
Angels, Gaia,
Science, Atoms
Spirits, nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Feel the moist air.
Celestial tears
for the fallen.
Own it.
Know it.
It is the tears
of shame,
never
forget it.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing.

Breathe in.
Deep.
Deeper.
Listen. Listen
to your inner guide.
Hear the universe
as she speaks.
Karma has a voice.
The angels speak
in whispers.
God talks through
pray.
The earth screams
through leaves.

Our fallen,
angel wings
leave a trail of
shadows to
heaven’s gate.

God. God’s.
Deities. Cosmos.
Angels. Gaia.
Science. Atoms.
Spirits. . .
Nothing. . .
Stand guard.
Delivering.
Returning evil.
Waiting at the
gates of hell.

There is no glory
In blood
stained hands,
even Satan,
refuses to open
his gates.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017

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…and still.

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We were intensity,

the burning embers of passion

traversing the corridors of time.

We were love.

Whispered on a Jasmine breeze

and devoured upon the tuberose.

We were the days we never knew

were falling grains of sand,

we were a lifetime in the seconds

between the beats of our heart.

One soul,

divided between two bodies

we were the epitome of existence,

my fires raged on your command,

as yours calmed upon my whisper.

One voice spoken in a million tongues…

Yet so often we spoke without words.

You were the wisdom I was the chaos,

you were the wild and I was the calm.

God, how we devoured one another,

pushing and pulling our love,

forcing sight upon our souls…

You were the cleanser I was the healer,

we were love.

From the torn edges of celestial

skies we were flames in unite…

And now you are gone,

and now I am here,

even life couldn’t keep us apart,

but now my dear soul,

you are my guiding star.

Living eternal life within my heart.

Karen Hayward ©2017 June 17th

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In the oceans mist, essence of ancient calling. 

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And when i couldn’t

 reach the ocean

To tell you of my pain,

The ocean came to me

Whispering your name.

On wisps of salty mist

Kept promises, not a wish,

Curling round my soul

Eternal’s loving kiss.

There within the mist

My eternal’s loving kiss.
Karen Hayward ©2017

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…And when the grains fall and life 

ebbs within the final beats

As angels call the finest greet, as 

clouds disperse and memories flow,

What will you have to show? 

The fearsome tales of love so close,

A life lived…Well most?

A bucket list of words not said, love not told,

A constellation of getting old.

Monochrome map in hues of safe

Kept moments never run late. 

A drawer of wishes, dandelions delight

Dreams reserved only for night? 

Not me…

The angels will invent new colours in my name,

They’ll blush with pride at this spirit untamed.

Their ink will run dry as they scribe my tales,

The wins, near wins and even the fails.

With fearless exploration I will devour my days,

No feeling will pass where i do not say…

Passion will be my ink, love will be my pen

And the angels will all whisper….”and then?,” 
Karen Hayward*©2017

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