A blank canvas of creation.

Written in response to a picture prompt over on g+ you can find the prompt here.

The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before my eyes. A lush carpet of soft blades of fresh grass tickling my senses as I explore bare foot around the confines of my existence. Will you walk there with me into the unknown? With a touch of my finger I will spread daisies across the horizon, white petals dancing gently in the breeze as yellow faces search for Helios. The aged trees in their wisdom will bend their branches and form for us a bed, softened with moss from the woodland grounds and decorated with delicate star white petals, as the soft scent of Jasmine dances on the summer breeze. Will you lay at my side and let me map the contours of your body with a trail of gentle kisses shimmering in the golden sunlight that caresses our uninhibited bodies?  And as I dance freely across this canvas of creation, rose bushes of every colour will bloom beneath the shadows of my foot prints, a floral dance floor for the twilight hours as Selene watches from the heavens and creates a pool of tranquility in which for us to bathe, sprinkled delicately with her crystalised devotion. And what beauty will you bring to my vision? Will you lay your palms upon the earth and create for me peahens and peacocks so I may see the beauty of his train as he calls to his love? Will you tread upon the luscious grass and leave behind a trail of promised dandelion wishes, for me? Will you look to the heavens and request shooting stars to illuminate our skies? Will you look to the clouds and ask for warm rain to fall from the skies so we may dance together beneath the falling droplets? The stark emptiness of a blank canvas unfurling before our eyes.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Do you see the same pale blue skies that stretch out beyond my view?

Do you feel the same rays of sun light that skip down across my pale skin?

Does the moons glow shimmer  for you as it does for me?

Has my sea caressed your shore with his gentle ebbing tide, or has

he crashed into the sands roaring full of passion?

Does your night sky, fill with the twinkling lights of my dying stars?

Has the breeze that caressed my skin as I slept swept across your body first?

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

 

Waltzing through my hair.

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I want to feel the ocean slipping by my toes,
to sit beneath the moon and feel her earthly glow.
I want to count the stars and count them all again,
I want to feel the ocean, to feel me as I mend.

I want to feel the grass, cold beneath my feet,
to listen to the rain as she drums her loving beat.
I want to count the daisies that grow up from the ground,
I want to feel the grass and tell it what I’ve found.

I want to feel the sun, shining on my skin,
Sun kissed and healthy to hide the porcelain.
I want to count the rises, as he reaches to the sky,
I want to feel the sun, as it sparks my loving eyes.

I want to feel the breeze that dances through the air,
as it skips across my face and waltz’s through my hair.
I want to feel his passion as it whips across the land,
I want to feel the breeze as he takes my precious hand.

Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)