We’ll meet again in an Arcadian dream…
one man’s…is another’s nightmare.
Oh Lord give me not this phantasm
spectacle, high on Poppy seed euphoria
where fear is life itself. Utopia becomes
annihilated by my existence where
I dare no motion beyond that of breathing,
stranded within a non-tactile cage,
suffocating within my own
No, to a soul such as mine
beauty is found in the falling droplets of rain
on the far edge of thunderous
clouds, among wild flowers and ruling weeds. I
long not for Virgil’s divinity but for the homelands
of Pan and his impromptu essence worn by the
nymphs that walk at his side.
My horizon is cursed were it blessed
by a white Knight drawing to stand by me,
for is knowledge not wisdom?
Was it not always known?
Arcadia, home land to Pan, rustic beauty and wild music,
where the Dark Knight shares my throne.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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Can I dance through your
thoughts with a key to your soul.
In subdued whispers and a trail of lust.
An uncaught spirit skipping through
the days, as sunlight warms the coldest hearts.
Can I walk with you beneath a changing moon
and watch through your eyes as night dies and
morning wakes. Whilst the constellations are mapped
out on your skin with the tips of my fingers.
Can I run free and safe through the hazy morn
as the night before becomes a distant dream.
Can I dance through your thoughts unattended
free of inhibition for a moment, for just a moment.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Oh, my beautiful girl,
You are my entire world.
Warms my once frozen heart.
With you i want to dance and
i breath for you,
I love for you,
I pick myself up from the glass filled floor,
oh, my beautiful girl,
I will show you so much love,
You never know tough.
I will show you so much care,
You’ll have spare,
If a child, is a reflection of a parent,
A copy of what they see,
You, will grow up free.
I can see,
as i go,
that you know,
you are losing me,
i can see,
as I’m freed,
you think i flee.
Why don’t you see,
that this is Just me.
If time, stopped right now,
For just a single moment,
If everything, stood perfectly still, i’d stop, to check what was real,
I’d look inside minds,
see who was kind,
Look for the words,
That are so hard to find.
The broken bits,
So everyone saw what i see.
Set people free,
Kick out the dents,
and discover what was really meant.
i’d walk alone,
In a forest,
in the dark,
With only the moon
I’d climb the highest
And show the world what
If time stopped for just a moment,
I’d look for me.