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

Sit with me.

Come with me I have something to show you. Sit here beside me in the evening chill and watch as the pink hue fades to blue before sinking us into darkness. Perhaps a sea mist will slowly roll in snaking around our legs his damp fingers crawling at our skin. Sit with me beneath the night skies, wrap around me your arms, pull me in close and lose yourself, with me, in the dying lights. We’ll count stars as we recall the memories that made us and forget the ones that didn’t. Sit with me beneath the half moon and whilst you become lost in his shimmer let me lose myself in your eyes. Sit with me in the silence of darkness and let our bodies say what our words cannot. Come with me, I have something to show you.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Do the stars watch us from above?

Do the stars, as they lay dying in the night skies, look straight into the heart of the universe? Do they spend the twilight hours counting the insomniacs, the broken and the bruised? Do they place empty wishes upon the souls that fly, do they weep stolen tears for the souls that cry? Do they have the perfect algorithm to tell them of human meteor showers that reign down burning flames of pain and destruction. Have they mapped our constellations can they tell me off my fate or do they watch tirelessly as we are consumed by hate. Do the stars know us by our names, or the colours of of our soul or are we just a number without a heavenly goal? Do they hear me as I whisper do they know my secret thoughts,  do they know the reason why my sleep is so very short? Do the stars simply love the glowing of the moon, do they, like us, lay there and swoon as she fills the nightly skies from night until goodbye. Do the stars look down into the universe a reflection in reverse, do they count up the all the souls and collect them in a purse ? Did the God of all creation decide in his elation, in the darkness of that station to give the stars, the very last of his impatience. Do they count us as we break, watch us whilst we wake…sitting in the darkness I wonder of this sight, is it the stars that keep me sane in the emptiness of the night?

Karen Hayward ©2016

Souls dance among the darkness.

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Can I become lost in the essence of your soul and fall aimlessly into the depths of the universe on the whispers of your melody. With closed eyes and open mind can I swim among dreams of another realm, a phantasm of jasmine scented petals and cloudless skies. And can I lose myself beneath your touch as minds transcend and skin becomes merely a cloak that shrouds passion and desire that burn as the stars in the heavens. Perhaps, like the stars our souls could dance through the darkness of the night skies, illuminating every atom we touch. Can I become lost in the essence of your soul?

Karen Hayward ©2016