To appease the falling stones

I would give my last, my first, my every wish to take back every tear that fell and every tear that falls. I’d place each one delicately into a jar wrapped in pink gingham blessed in rose quartz and place it at my bedside…I’d take us back to our blank canvas when days crashed and we existed from no where. Instead of greeting you with welcome I’d whisper, ‘its you’ for isn’t that exactly what my soul screamed? I never knew seconds could weigh so much and miles could seem so vast. I’d not wait this time, I’d hand you my locked chest over spilling with the torn fragments of me, and leave you to finger through at your leisure the dark shadows, sharp edges and etched scars. I’d beg you do the same. I’d unpack the monsters of your past, caress them into life, embrace their darkness and kiss away their fears. I’d give my last, my first, my every wish to wipe clean the pain I caused, I’d replace each tear with a kiss, each rip with fingers, each dark thought with knowing eyes that tell you second after minute after hour after day… I am in love with you, you are the cause of my beating heart, the flames igniting my spirit, you are the whisper I hear skipping across moon beams, you are the stars in my dark, you are my dark, my light, my source, my love, eternal.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Falling tears

Will you catch my tear?
When beneath a soothing
moon in the dark shadows
of alone they fall. Will you
catch them, gently, collect
them in pretty jars to
place on dusty shelves
and keep them out of sight.
Will you embrace my pain
caress its sharpened edges
and accept my broken
weakness. Will you catch
my tear? Hold within
your palm my vulnerable
existence, will you share
with me this experience.
Where no man has seen
the falling of my tears,
will you catch them, please?
Will you love them as you
love me.. . . will you?

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Crossing the void

My dearest, see now how the sun kisses
the ashes of your soul that swim through
the days tide that ebbs and flows searching for home. Alas, you are home,
paradise to an eternal soul, I touch my
fingers to the calm motion of your love
and for a moment I feel your touch. You crossed dimensions to stand at my side,
traversed the oceans on a waning moon to feel the essence of my soul and with every falling ebb I whisper to the far of waves, I miss you. . . for who now will hear of my secrets, who now will understand the macabre laughter of my soul and who now will tell me how to love and just when I think I am alone the tide once more, kisses the shore.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Cover them in Satan’s cream.

Once upon a day gone by beneath a deafening
thunderous sky. I waged a war on life
itself, gave my all with love and grace and
then just simply let it fall. I walked on sullen tippy toes
followed life’s incessant flow. Stopped for neither man nor beast
upon this life i’d lovingly feast. Once upon a day far gone
I danced to another song, with hidden lyrics and a tasty beat
constantly moving my naked feet.
I devoured hearts and stole away dreams
covered them in Satan’s cream. I never looked back,
never questioned my track, never cared for the consequences
my fear to attach was relentless.
Once upon a night long gone I sold my soul in the devils song.
I’ve since begged and pleaded to have it back
he only laughs and says ‘you’ll have only a crack.
You’ll see out, but they’ll not look back.’

Karen Hayward ©2017
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Prince of dark sins

My Prince of dark sins and purest love
do you hear the melody of my heart
as it skips across the days night?
My song is for you alone the ancient
Symphony of a soul reborn and found
Life after death after life. My spirit
sings a silent song found between
the chords of our thoughts. Do you hear
it? For I hear yours, it curves around
these bars, caresses me as I sleep
it embraces my naked soul, it is hope
when skies are dark. Do you hear me,
this caged bird sings, for you, to you,
in forgotten words, and an unknown
tune, in purest lust and love so true.

Karen Hayward ©2017