Wishing upon planes thinking they are stars…

From this angle, she see’s the universe,
the infinite promise of light in dark
and ponders if believing is perverse
Like the damned wishing on eternal stars.
likely soon he’ll skin the flesh from her soul
bleed her dry till she’s tender on the tongue
shelling the carcass upon an old knoll
ripping at rotten scars where life had stung.
And she’ll tumble, doe legged into headlights
the scattered remnants of one’s own soldier
fettered to the darkest skies of twilight
falling nude at the hands of her poacher
Perhaps we pander to the passing planes
Thinking them stars, just spectators of shame.

Karen Hayward © 2018
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Darkest Light.

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Darkest Light

Consuming
and all drowning
my essence of night.
Deepest blue,
darkest burgundy,
it matters not,
my essence is cloaked
in this state, this void.
Think not of my night
and my aura as negative
for a dark state
can be a canvas.
A blank page for
something bright
to create. . .something
bright to form
my nights’ sky
and give it character.
and make it
come alive.

Yet it should consume me.
Darkness such as the night sky
should devour me, swallowing
my essence into oblivion.
Do you see me?
I am a mere whisper
of light lost in the echos of time. Yet,
when you lay me upon
your dark essence,
your canvas
becomes my art.
Your depth is my contrast.
I tip toe through your darkest blues
leaving illuminated kisses.
My essence, glimmers and glistens
upon your touch, for my light. . .
is love,
created by your darkness.

Words & Image
©5-2017 Locthiese/Karen Hayward

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In Loves Universal Aura.

I have had the amazing opportunity to write alongside Duane in this collaboration. Thank you Duane, it has been too long since I have looked up and written about the stars. 🙂 +Duane Phillips

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In Loves Universal Aura.

Is it truly a vast emptiness of infinite darkness,
Illuminated by speckled lights beyond our reach,
For I see celestial tears illuminating heaven’s breath.
Angel wings embracing my soul as an eternal magnitude
Of beauty whispers of caught wishes and hope’s belief
In love’s universal aura

Heaven’s beauty, earth’s treasure with this chasm fixed
Love, light, beauty, paradise we seek beyond the rainbow
Did I hear angel wings? Thought I heard voices sing
Anthems of celestial promise fill my ears. A heavenly
Chorus hastens my yearning. Love, light, beauty, paradise
Oh cherubs, receive my prayers with love’s universal aura

Lost in twilight’s mirage, a mere speck in infinite space,
yet, angels golden breath upon my cheek in the swarming
darkness. The infinite presence in capacious skies,
Tenebrosity looms, enlightened spirits reach for the
ethereal realms of paradise. As souls entwine amidst
silver petals illuminating celestial horizons in loves universal aura.

Karen Hayward ©2017 Duane Phillips ©2017
Image ©2017 Karen Hayward

Wings of the broken.

Straightening her arched back she stretches for the stars all too aware they are not within distance. The moon’s glow shimmering across her pale skin leaving a trail of glitter kisses in its wake. Shaking shoulders white, black and grey tufts of feathers float delicately onto a gentle breeze, the tide of change whistles a melody through the dancing leaves of eternal seasons. A star above twinkles, as great celestrial wings spread open upon her back. Eyes searching the horizon with the depth of an aging soul. She reaches again for the stars that are out of reach, smiling, knowing, she is a fallen angel and needs no one for she will rise to the heavens and dance among the stars an eternal introvert lost in the silence of the universe.
Karen Hayward ©2016