Universal ticking hands.

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The universe doesn’t pass time in the moving of seconds,
Instead, the ascending and descending of life events.
First there is birth to the perfect parents.
Not perfectly good or perfectly rich,
hell they might not even be perfectly hitched.
But for purpose sake, the bond is purposefully stitched.
Or un-stitched in some cases.
At a soul level you’ll recognise their faces,
past lives leaves scars, freckles, tiny traces.
Childhood happens, you might be rich you might be poor,
the universe keeps ticking never keeping score,
look around at the beauty, she only wants, that you want more.
For some there is light, for some of us dark
and as the grains of sand slip, we all walk a path,
Living becomes a story that leaves another mark.
Till finally we learn there are lessons at hand,
Life is a map only our souls know the plan,
from the moment of birth when Terra began.
They’ll be tears, they’ll be hurt and boy they’ll be pain,
they’ll be days when we count seconds by the drops of grey rain,
and some of us sadly, will be driven insane.
But alas time must trickle through the portals neck,
as we eat, pray, play, work and slumber in bed,
Till finally we wake, then we are led.
For each soul that wanders for each mind that grows,
lessons are delivered knowledge is sown,
and time passes by in a constant flow.
Some of us lucky our lessons we learn,
twin flames found at the very first turn.
Some of us feel time, feel time, as each second burns,
time hesitates, stammers and screams,
we can’t figure out what the symbols mean,
we can’t make sense of the time that has been.
The universe doesn’t pass time in the beating of hands,
time is explored through our souls and their plans,
some paths we can’t and some paths we can.
Karen Hayward ©2016 (Image and words)

Spring Seemed the Day When Love Came to Play

(By Michael J.Garland and Karen Hayward)
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My muse, my love,
I give to you the very soul
of my ink and the lifeblood
of my page.
Recto, verso…this blank canvas
is yours,
is mine,
is ours. Let us spill raw beauty upon the
cascading new horizons that befall us.

Our canvas splashed
with a riot of color.
We have a love to weather the hours.
A deepening beautiful,
Fated begins.
My love,
your love,
our love,
sit with me close ,
make love with our pens.
A lifetime of mornings to start it again,
is yours,
is mine,
is ours.
Spring seemed the day when love came to play.

Michael J. Garland ©2017
Karen Hayward ©2017
Michael J.Garland ©2017 Image.

Cyan, futuristic Iris.

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Oh how I long to write,  but alas my soul is singing

a melody of liberation in notes of love. Every word

becomes a sound, a chirping bird in dawns glory, an owl

hooting neath full moons glow, the ebbing tide

whispering devotion to the shore and that honeyed

curve of your voice…and every thought becomes

the tunes vision, skies of home, eyes of…..oh but the eyes…such

intensity it pains my soul to look upon the reflective…the reflection,

for now I see what others don’t those seas of blue..my mate, t’is true,

is in our eyes, a future set, a future past,

a future always me and you,

built to last.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Image found on Pinterest

 

Amber and Blue.

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Amber and Blue

When you think of me before I do
When you think of me instead of you
my everything in a world untrue
You are the silver and the gold
The amber and blue
A crescendo of rhythm in my heart unfolds
the little things you do,
is the everything I hold.
From amber and blue
aura everlastingly bold
I can feel love’s brightest glow
Let the the notions of love
be the binding glue
in you i find the beauty
In all that you do
Vibrant and alive..
like amber and blue
I can only cherish the fates that made you mine
A flaming joy in crystalline time
You are the sparkle the starlight sublime
The gravity that holds me close to you.
the beauty of love in the amber and blue

(c) 2016 Michael J. Garland
(c) image Karen Hayward

More of Michael’s amazing poetry can be found on his Google plus page…

https://plus.google.com/+MichaelJamesGarland/posts

Reflections of duality.

Do you see it?

There beyond our

sight, deep within our minds.

Reflections,

shimmering,

mirrored on the waters edge.

The world is our embodiment the water is our bed.

Ripples skimming the surface penetrating my core,

There’s no way back I’m left needing more.

In unison we draw the echo’s of our past

Hoping with innocence to remove our stubborn masks.

An aegis, nymphaeaceae in full bloom, reeds and autumn

leaves.

Fears made in haste, murky waters pleading we flee.
There’s a moment between

light and dark

sun and moon.

My fingers reach

and you do not move.

Gold dust shimmering on the surface

The essence of our soul fearless they kiss.

And we are one.

United within a pool of desire

enflamed within the ancient whispers of passion.

Do you see it?

There on the waters edge

you are the reflection,

mirrored,

rippled,

inverted,

we are an echo of our

souls calling into the night.

The apotheosis of Helios

Sun God,

passion lighting the skies for all to see,

the lost flame you search for lays within me.

I search the night skies,

solitude whispering my gratitude

to distant illuminations.

I am the tides that roar into life.

The lone wolf that howls through your mind

and into the night.

Do you see it? The reflecting image

neither the same nor different and

there between us lays the divide,

where Zeus placed his knife.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Love in the soul of a butterfly.

Inspired by a photoprompt on g+ which can be found here

 

And the butterfly she flew

across oceans of blue,

searching the world for

love that was true.

And she became psyche

and psyche became her.

And they spoke of a love

that traveled the earth.

And cupid he searched

and he found his dear love,

and cupid was Eros

and Eros was Cupid.

And Cupid took Psyche

souls entwined

Their passion so great

it went without measure,

together at last

they gave birth to pleasure.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

 

 

And in the darkness.

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And in those moments when my tired soul broke beneath the idealism of a screwed up society. When darkness engulfed me. When I became so lost I was the epiphany of shame and the devil was the only other soul who knew my name. And in that moment when alone I cried a million tears of lost hope, on the shores of an ebbing tide that did all it could to draw away from my being. When my soul abandoned my body and all I was left with was the vast emptiness of an ocean of wept tears and the darkness of forever, I know now it went in search of you. It flew the skies of dying stars and searched the shores of crying tears. It navigated the faceless souls of existence until like a beacon of hope it found your soul and in returning to me upon that shore it placed inside of me a small flicker of light, for it knew, there was always hope, there was always finding you.

Karen Hayward ©2016

It is the triangle that calls my name.

We search the soulless faces for a flicker of recognition.

Glaring into empty eyes, lips twitching we watch in anaticipation

Listening to the unsung words of their soul as their lips move

and their voice echos past us, a melody perfectly played.

But the tune is empty like the empty faces and empty voices

in this lonesome over crowded world of ours. So we search

unconsciously, ears prickling for the sound of cymbals being

harmoniously crashed together. All we hear is the high pitched

twang of the triangle, we keep moving, forever moving, the

triangles sound ringing in our ears as we walk past them..their

eyes speak of no secrets shared and their voice is a whisper

in the crowds, we walk past them, searching for the cymbals

when it is the triangle that calls.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

 

The day history chose to forget.

A gravitational pull that speaks to my soul

whispering thoughts of a love I used to know.

I close my eyes and see you gone,

I block out the words of the hand written songs.

A void in space, a memory forgot,

returning now as the sun gets hot.

The day in history that time passed by,

I tried to forget, the lie that was a lie.

I’m drawn back in as the seasons move

my soul still searching for the truth.

So now I pause and accept this love

as ever the memories are not enough,

Blue skies above my head, memories of the

single bed, sun warming my porcelain skin

I’ll stop now, I’ll think

of the one single love that took me to the brink.

I’ll search the deep blue sky for the memories I

choose to forget,

I’ll let the sun warm my heart and the strings of regret.

This sky, today is for you,

a moment to remember that the love was true.