I dream't about you again last night, dawn was nearing, and the room grew bright. Your deep brown, soulful eyes, watched me as I searched the skies. You took me in protective arms, t'was bliss, and with dawns new day we had finally kissed. Karen Hayward ©2012 -Edited 2020 Image and words
of shattered dreams
ascending the summit
of one’s soul,
frozen in time,
the forgotten hues
of defeat as the spring
thaw brings new
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
Karen Hayward ©2018
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I wonder will I ever paint the page
the way Helios paints the skies,
His brush stroke smoothing the sharp
edge of night, erasing the darkness,
Lush blades of grass crying dew drop tears
as the horizon sets ablaze in vivid screams
of orange spilling between the
dank scent of nature waking
tiny birds with tickling rays
caressing Gaia into life
and for a brief moment there
is only her, only nature,
only beauty and my soul breathes…
..and I wonder will I ever
paint my page in the same way Helios paints the dawn.
Karen Hayward © 2018
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As your alarm rings,
I would reach out
my hand to your skin,
grasp at your fingers,
embrace the last of
your sleep that lingers.
I would swallow down
my souls tug and use a
smile to hide my frown.
My lips would eagerly
devour the warmth of your
essence, kissing, greedily
the canvas of your form.
I’d curse the shortness of night
and the coming of morn.
I’d search the depth of your eyes
for a moment’s need sustained,
love spilling as the endless skies
passion radiating, desire burning
alarm ringing, bodies entwining,
souls yearning, I’d kiss you,
Karen Hayward (c) 2017
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Do you hear my morning birds?
Singing soft songs on springs breeze.
Listen as their tune travels across leaves.
Sun yet to rise cloud fills the skies,
Do they sing of love? Or whispered goodbyes.
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Morning caresses me awake,
Golden sunlight kissing bare skin,
Skies of flaming passion
Embrace my sight,
The mornings promise bids
Farewell to my night.
Karen Hayward *©2017
Yonder ethereal skies your essence
sweeps across my soul embracing
my darkest shadows with tender
kisses of devotion. And I am defenseless,
the ancient echo of love sung by the morning
bird tingles across frozen drops of dew.
Spiraled imprint of frost delicately
painted across whimsical dreams thawing
at the warmth of your tongue,
the caress of your lips,
the embrace of your love that
countless seconds dispersing the atoms
of our existence.
Breaking times barrier,
colliding with celestial storms
reaching now from beyond the realm,
a single flame we burn in the echos
of our infinite universe an eternal
love the expansion of our souls united in
a chaotic flurry of brilliance.
Karen Hayward * ©2017
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One day our good mornings shall
become a distant moment of the past.
Birds will still sing a symphony
of life to the cloudless sky and
the sun will ascend anew into
emerald blues. The outside world will continue
without us, thoughts crossing oceans,
intent skimming moon beams
and desire burning on the edge of suns
descent. Such a gulf will silently
implode and explode as a vortex
of everything becomes a meaningless
whisper void now of need….And we will
search for those all knowing eyes as a
storm roars through our veins, and we
will search among the rapid beating
of our hearts…But we’ll not look so far.
Tender lips, tongue tips between
coffee sips and ….dancing hips, we’ll bid
good morning with a loving kiss, in loves
finest tongue. Kissing good morning
beneath a single ascending sun.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Image Karen Hayward ©2017
Morning dawn drives on,
rising slowly from its heavenly bed.
Spilling gold dust
sparingly across her tired face.
True beauty radiating for all to see.
Eyes like piercing arrows
searching for the new day,
Red, hot, fire burning tentatively
in the morning sun.
Karen Hayward ©Sept 2012 (edited 2017)
I only hear the melody dancing in the breeze, sun light skipping merrily through the summer leaves. Golden rays of love fall upon my skin as the morning chorus stops to whistle and to sing. Above a sky so blue my thoughts wander, pause at you. A moment trapped in time, you inside my mind. And the skies above are pure, and the sun reaches more and more and the birds they sing of love as they whisper to the day and they fly around and play. The sunlight creeps along heating up soul, in the silence of he morning I feel so very whole.
Karen Hayward ©2016