In slumbers hour

They come for me in slumbers hour
Pulling me from sleep.
Haunting shadows, darkness towers
stronger as I weep.

Pulling me from sleep they say
bow now for the King
Our master, calls to you this day
and so the darkness sings.

Haunting shadows dancing fierce
pull me from my bed,
chaos spilling in endless tears
bare without a thread

Stronger as I weep dark shadows
shedding from my skin
demons scratching, dark eyes glow
when touching on my sin.

The devils kiss upon my nape
awakening lost thoughts
my soul today they wish to take
the pure blood they’ve sought

The devil’s kiss upon my nape
Now to be his queen
his Kingdom I will surely take
for this is just a dream.

Karen Hayward ©2018

Sleeping wonder

It weaves across my skin
leaving a trail of goosebumps
runs its fingers through my hair
and dives deep within my dreams
Tugging at me, a low buzz pulling
at me, a cold vibration caressing me,
trapping me between worlds
slumber a hopeless dream in the
corner room, with its magnificent
essence of beauty by day… And
its unseen shadows at night.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Wide across the universe.

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Where are you when the twilight hour is upon me? Darkness lingers across my skin where your fingers trailed within dreams. No illumination marks my sky,
Droplets of my love are carried on Selenes tears as she spills moon beams across your night calling to you in sleeps lullaby.
For a moment, a mere wisp of time we share sleeps quarters, we traverse between the worlds, fingering the thin veil of hope… Perhaps we can share the same dream. Sit here upon this log, beneath star filled skies and watch the horizon spreading hues of our love wide across the universe…
Karen Hayward ©2017

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Black skies of pearlescent kisses

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It is in between lost moments of hazy thought

That tender whispers embrace delicate flow

Beneath a canopy of lost hope and jasmine scent

Encompassing all I know.

Gingerly lacing love with lust, flames burning

Igniting ancient needs in ceremonies of soul appease

Neath blackness of pearlescent kisses and forever voids

Skies of truth, skies of love, skies of lust.

 

Karen Hayward ©2018

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From here I see the
night skies,
Deep blue with
muted clouds
speckled sparingly.
I feel the twilight
breeze, it’s scent
soft and welcoming,
Like an ancient
whisper calling
me home.
Warm lavender
caresses me
calming my mind
the damp promise
of rain kisses
my lips.
There is no moon
and the stars
hide behind a
blanket of
darkness.
But there is you
and the soft hum
of sleep as
exhaustion wins.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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When lingers the hint of bad dreams on the minds tongue. 

Sleep evades me as twilight calls to me deep within my dreams. The ancient whisper of darkness taunts me from inside the shadows It’s cold fingers clawing at my skin, vivid imagery seeping g into lucidity. A starless sky the dark side of the moon searches for new souls to capture, a feast upon which deaths rapture. Sleep has become but a distant echo in the void of today’s existence. Some days my insomnia is so very insistent. 
Karen Hayward*©2017

Angel eyes

Angel eyes estranged beneath dark skies 
the shadows count the beats of sand 

falling from life, death calls into night. 

Angel eyes dulled from existence.

Lost in illuminations of magnificence. 

Angel eyes gentle whispers diverted from sight, 

Lost to oblivion in the dead of night. 
Karen Hayward ©2016

Beat of an angry sky.

The skies echo with the beat of far off anger,
perhaps out at sea,
or over the depths of beyond.
The gulls squawk into the darkness,
coming inland to find shelter.
Early morning cars take the corner
leaving this dismal town behind them.
The sun’s ascent is merely an hour off,
and the skies lighten at his bidding,
the heavens remain dark,
the angels leave me numbers.
And hunger.

Karen Hayward ©2016