A shadowed reflection of the erased.

I feel the dull scratch of the pencil as the letters fall onto the page without thought; bird song, cars whizzing by, an ambulance in the distance, the boy in his red chequered shorts, the feel of the breeze, grey clouds that hint at rain, your lips that constantly begged to be kissed, tyres squelching, taz, that time on the motorway when the car window fell out and darkness seeped in, that stroke, the ache, indifference, the sun that seeps through the leaves as I sit at the kitchen window, leaves, memories, walking in autumn fantasies, truths shared,  a full moon a rising sun. When I am done I glance back over it, momentarily enjoying my thoughts of you. I turn my pencil up the other way and I erase you from the page. No matter how hard I erase, a shadow of you always remains.

Karen Hayward ©2016

How can I sleep when the night skies are alight with beauty.

How can I sleep when the night skies are alight with beauty? When the dying stars whisper to me in my dreams, how can I sleep when  darkness calls my name with promises of untold secrets .

How can I not sleep when you fill my other world, when in my dreams we are outside the confines and the iron bars are gone. How can I not sleep when inside my dreams you are everything and nothing you are the echo of touch as our lips touch, you are the moments caught inside my jar.

Oh, how can I sleep when dark skies wrap themselves around me caressing my soul, when the emptiness holds me in his arms and tells me perfect folk stories of solitude. How can I sleep when reality is so incredibly picture perfect through the crystal lens.

How can I not sleep when escapism filters through my mind, how can I sleep when the stars above are beautiful reminders of hope. Oh, tell me universe, how can I not sleep when my dreams are the very concept oh hope.

Karen Hayward ©2016