The darkness it cocoons me. 

Early to bed, early to rise in the darkness of an infinate sky. Silence accompanies me from the shadows engulfed in the echos of lonesome foot steps, intrepid indignation of the souless tip toeing through dreams collecting their jar of essence. The empty echo of existence cocoons me in comfort, alone as the universe continues ticking by my reflection is lost in the mottled skies.  The blind become the seers as the seers fall blind, the conscience offers tickets to a map of my mind, front page refusal for the story they would find. And so the night becomes recluse and i fall from the stars shadow fingers  claw my skin opening old scars. And darkness it becomes me seeping through the pores, begging that I dance with it, just once more. 
Karen Hayward ©2017

A web of beauty.

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Weave for me a web of beauty.
With chaos delicately threaded
though strands of passion that
spill into life. Fill it with unknown
questions and curious minds that
search the horizon without fear
of ego or pride. Show me a soul
seeped in golden glittered rays
of a dusking sun, hues of love
shadowing past pains. Give to me
freckles, messy hair, mismatched
socks and a spirit that laughs.
For what is a lake without the
dragonfly, a sky without the sun,
a window without a trail of abandoned
Kiss imprints.
What is life…without life?

Karen Hayward © 2016 (image and words)