A serenity

I have a deep yearning
within me
for solitude
silence,
for the
swaying grass,
and whistling leaves
for rolling hills
endless skies of blue
and the rising
giggle of the days
sun spilling across
lush green grass
just beyond
the railroad
and her one
a week station
that sits patiently
without sound,
yearning for the
hustle and buzzle of life.

Karen Hayward ©2018

Awake

Sometimes, in days past and in mornings wake
among busy droplets of lavender
and burning skies of dawns glorious lake,
She saw tiny glimpses of him, right there.
Two souls peaked and primed, watching from afar,
tentacles of the unseen, leaving trails
of speckled kisses beneath wakeful stars
weaved in the essence of man’s mindful tales.
Simple eyes see with blind platonic thought
beyond aesthetics, raw, unearthed beauty
the soft whispers of what a soul has sought
light within the pits of reality.

Perhaps souls, eachother had always known, 
not seeing the physical, they saw home. 

Karen Hayward ©2018
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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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The scented hues of serenity

… for moments blissful
lost in scented realms,
piano notes and blue,
blue skies of forever.

… On shores of golden
sand, speckled shells
and washed up glass.

… In wisping meadows
crickets sing, grasses
sway, butterfly wings
dance.

… In evergreens, dark,
lush, moist moss creeping
between shadows lost.

… In slumbers keep, soft
pillows, warm arms,
tender kisses on
pearlescent beams.

For moments blissful
Lost in scented realms
Seconds so lush, wishful,
Love given to oneself.

Karen Hayward ©2018
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A eternal blanket of hope.

For a moment
lost in time I sit
beneath the infinite
spread of darkness
lose myself in its light.
An eternal blanket
wrapped around me
and as suffocation
comes at the realisation
of reality, I feel only the
peace of solitude
as the days woes are
kissed away by the thin
shimmer of moon
that glows brightly
among the darkness.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Restless toes.

I am restless, the sea calls out to me
like a mother calling
her child and
I am burdened to answer my souls call.

I am restless craving the gentle ebb
of a silent tide creeping across sand
lulling toxic thoughts, offering lifes answers.

I am restless, my toes search for soft grains
my fingers yearn for his cold icy touch
my eyes need it’s endless horizon of hope.

I am restless, the sea calls out to me
on salty fog and the gulls crying song
and I am burdened to answer it’s call.

Karen Hayward © 2018
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White noise

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Her wings never did like the snug fit of his restraints,
Her voice never liked the silence,
Her eyes shone even in the darkness
and rock bottom only ever proved
to be a springboard
But still, lost in the constant of white noise,
even a phoenix tires with age…

Karen Hayward © 2018 Art and words

Deep in the forest realm


I need you… More than need.
I need reality to pause,
the neck of times glass
to close tight
for us alone.
I need a blanket
A cloudless sky filled with
infinite stars and cushions
one or two or ten
and your voice traveling
the shortest distance
between your lips
and my ears.
I need silence to hear the
rapid thumps in my chest
and solitude so I can love
you in abandonment.
I need to know all the
things that make you,
You.
Childhood games, teenage
fancies and adult flames.
Paths walked and journeys
taken, lovers held the worst,
the best….no scrap that last one.
I want your stories between
kisses on the moons
full blessing, I need your tales
whispered on the curve
of that voice that embraces
my inner need.
I need you.
All that makes you.
I need your essence
embracing me in nights
whispers, your kisses
enticing my spirit to soar
and more.
But I need your tales and
stories that set you my way…
Our constellation of life
that led to times glass
neck closing,
for us. Yes, I need that.
I need you.

Karen Hayward ©2017 Image and words 

Splitting the atoms of thyme

Time spent swimming in thyme
blue oceans of salted seas
flickering flames of warmth
and silence, just soft silence.
Like an eruption of chaos
volcanic lava spilling,
You rise, she rises
Noise erupts
Tiny atoms split
Split again
Split again
and split again
my deamon shatters among
this dark trilogy
of thought as thyme
fades, as time disperses
to become empty thoughts
in worthless verses.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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Sleep baby girl

My dearest angel,
sleep,
the hour is late
and the journey long,
let slumber embrace you.
I will stand guard and
warm you with my arms,
steady you with my body
hold you with my hands. . .
and if for a moment a
bad dream dares to rise
I will banish it
into ethereal skies.
Sleep now my Angel
the hour is late
the journey long.

Karen Hayward ©2017