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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In 
such dreams 
I lose self
between gentle
yellow rays of sun 
falling from the heavens
dawns melody imploding
as silence explodes and I hear
natures orchestra kissing my soul
Awake I see only beauty 
between the devils shadows 
The perfection of flaws 
Purity of truth
experience 
of being 
human 
Life

Karen Hayward ©2018 image and words

Peach skies

Crystalline whispers
of shattered dreams
ascending the summit
of one’s soul,
yesterdays mountain…
Like waves
frozen in time,
the forgotten hues
of defeat as the spring
thaw brings new
blossoms.
A Kaleidoscopic
rainbow of colour,
flush pink petals,
lush green leaves,
a horizon before
me of fresh promises
as a new dawn breaks
and the skies
turn a gentle ebb of
deep peach.

Karen Hayward ©2018

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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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