Freedom Adorns the horizon in painted undertones

Dawn tastes like a moments
reflection in utopia, the silence
embraces my tired mind, the
warm rays reach across my cold
skin, like hands pulling me close,
like love holding me tight
in mornings new light. A flicker
of time, seconds, minutes,
solitude caressing the deep
contours of my soul. And the
moment is gone, yet for that
beat in time, I was whole, I was
me, I was free…

Karen Hayward ©2018 image and words

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Darkest Light.

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Darkest Light

Consuming
and all drowning
my essence of night.
Deepest blue,
darkest burgundy,
it matters not,
my essence is cloaked
in this state, this void.
Think not of my night
and my aura as negative
for a dark state
can be a canvas.
A blank page for
something bright
to create. . .something
bright to form
my nights’ sky
and give it character.
and make it
come alive.

Yet it should consume me.
Darkness such as the night sky
should devour me, swallowing
my essence into oblivion.
Do you see me?
I am a mere whisper
of light lost in the echos of time. Yet,
when you lay me upon
your dark essence,
your canvas
becomes my art.
Your depth is my contrast.
I tip toe through your darkest blues
leaving illuminated kisses.
My essence, glimmers and glistens
upon your touch, for my light. . .
is love,
created by your darkness.

Words & Image
©5-2017 Locthiese/Karen Hayward

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Fly free with me. 

Fly with me, spread those tainted wings and fly upon an open breeze. We’ll awaken Helios, he will  warm the skies with his flaming passion. We’ll skip across rays of burning light and explore this world way into night. Selene will lay kisses of translucent desire across our naked form as we rest upon clouds ready to storm. Let the lightning strike as we dance in the angry mist of its core, let the thunder crash as we scream to the skies of the freedom within our eyes. Our eyes, windows to our souls, two windows, one soul.  Fly with me, free of the shackles of a human heart, fly free with me in open skies. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Lost without a trace among grains of sand.

Too many thoughts the page 

appears to blur. I start and 

then I stop, random scribbles 

fill the stage. I need to hit 

the beach I need to feel the tide, 

for a moment in time I really 

want to hide. 

A cog within the works a 

change I have to face, 

I’m longing to become, 

lost without a trace. 
KH©2016