My dearest, see now how the sun kisses
the ashes of your soul that swim through
the days tide that ebbs and flows searching for home. Alas, you are home,
paradise to an eternal soul, I touch my
fingers to the calm motion of your love
and for a moment I feel your touch. You crossed dimensions to stand at my side,
traversed the oceans on a waning moon to feel the essence of my soul and with every falling ebb I whisper to the far of waves, I miss you. . . for who now will hear of my secrets, who now will understand the macabre laughter of my soul and who now will tell me how to love and just when I think I am alone the tide once more, kisses the shore.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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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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