She’s nothing special and yet everything divine

He looks at her as though
she were a Queen,
his Queen or an empress
or perhaps even a Goddess. He is enamoured by her,
it radiates from them
in tiny droplets of beauty.
She doesn’t look special.
But neither does he.
She wears white hair,
wrinkles and age.
He wears a flat cap,
grey strands and green.
She shows no leg,
He dresses simple
She shows no boob,
He’s in coat and scarf.
Yet they look dazzling.
Her crooked
full smile and her
childlike giggles, her face
is always alight,
and his eyes always
searching, twinkling
looking at her, his Goddess
and for a split moment
I see the mystery of
eternal love
is not a mystery at all
It’s written right there
between her laughter lines…

Karen Hayward © 2018
Image and words

I’ve written about this ederly couple before, they show their love for each other in such an honest and beautiful way, it is inspiring, it is beautiful.

Lunar crystalline beads of ever beating life.


If I wielded sand grains in a broken hour glass
tore kinetic energy from the fabric of time
Ripped a hole in the linear vortex
for a moment I’d make you mine

Beneath star filled skies and a distant moon
damp air clinging to my skin
owl hoots a chorus of ancient wisdom
the silent echo
a lover’s blanket of need wrapped about my body’s bloom

Each breath filling my lungs with your essence
I’d drink in the dark pools of your eyes
trace the heart of your lips with my mouth searching for your taste
beneath celestial skies.

Our horizon lost in endless fog
the muting of reality
my body falling into yours
the melding of our existence
the paused shadow hovering above life’s forgotten arrow
sundial engulfed in past darkness illuminated by lunar crystalline beads of ever beating life

I would hold those grains of
sand in my hands
count the blessings of their moments
ensnare them
bind them to my fantasy
Mold them to my reality
Forget them in the black
hole of desire

Our lips devouring the soul
our tongues tracing a faded constellation of our love
searching for home and finding
each other
between the paused beats of
times ticking
hands traversing the infinite
skies of dreams.

Karen Hayward (c)2017
Image and words

Kisses to the celestial skies And wishes on dandelion seeds.


Words slip from my tongue

Like kisses to the celestial skies

And wishes on dandelion seeds.

Passion spills like water from

A fountain, rain in spring

And puddles with tip tapping ripples.

Goodness, need seeps from

My mind with careless desire

Taking me higher…

It’s a choice you see, igniting

Flames, choosing life

Not cold, blessings given

My soul leaks into my

Existence ignoring my

Resistance, devouring my

Mind it is so very insistent!

Thoughts escape the confines

Of my mind.
Karen Hayward ©2017

Take the floor.


Take the floor. It is yours.

Dance beneath the heavens

with a love divine your future

is set, you my dear are flyin.

Take the floor.

Devote all that you are,

leave behind

whimsical thoughts of passion,

take the floor,

dance to the tune of love that

filters through your mind.

Take the floor, look back no more.

Take the floor,

look back no more.


Karen Hayward ©2016