Time spent swimming in thyme
blue oceans of salted seas
flickering flames of warmth
and silence, just soft silence.
Like an eruption of chaos
volcanic lava spilling,
You rise, she rises
Tiny atoms split
and split again
my deamon shatters among
this dark trilogy
of thought as thyme
fades, as time disperses
to become empty thoughts
in worthless verses.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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I’ve got tired eyes and a draining soul
come sit with me in the dark
and have me feel whole.
Place your hand where my fingers are
we’ll lay in silence and look at the stars.
Particles of energy will pass through our skin
the world will stop and we’ll have nothing to think.
Let me lose myself inside your eyes
see the reflection of a perfect moon lit sky.
And as the darkness engulfs us, we’ll feel peace
for a moment the emptiness will cease.
Karen Hayward (copyright 2015)