In my heaven this is solitude

To wander beneath twilight
Skies upon a moonlit shore
Bare foot, soul upon my
tattered sleeve with the
gentle wisp of ocean caressing
my solitude, this is heaven.
Utopia lapping at my feet
as I walk the soft bed of
precious memories caught
in the broken fragments
of stone, shells, aged glass
in solitude, this is heaven.
To hear the ancient call
of my ancestors whispering
across waves of ascent to
hear the answers to questions
not yet asked in this precious
solitude, this is heaven.
As linear time spreads before
souls departed to feel the
essence of your love in
the tides embrace distance
an absent obstacle. . .
In my solitude, this is heaven.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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He, My Love, My Soul, My Home.

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He is home, an island shroud in silence,
cloaked from prying eyes and dying hearts
where fairies dance in natural semblance
beneath Jasmine petals of endless stars.

The oceans crystal kiss and gentle ebb
lovers fragrant melody caressing
opal rays on my moonlit sands ahead,
and silken leaves forever confessing

He is the Wren, the Robin and the owl,
the morning sly fox and twilight whispers
He is the bear, the storm, the dark eyed growl
He is the lake that silently glitters

Painted skies of burnt peach and navy blue
loves embers on the evening rose breeze
a Velvet blanket of stars, warm and true
A percussion, symphony through green leaves.

He is ancient relics and crumbled life
Druid memories seeped in evergreen moss
Spectres of the days of zeus’s sharp knife,
a healing home to nurture my souls loss

Rustic essence of Pan and dancing nymphs,
Heather swaying between crags singing grass
Arcadia in distant dreams and links
Xanadu, I am home, my love, at last.

Karen Hayward ©2018 Image and words
He-is the personification of xanadu

Play as one upon the skies lustrous bed

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I sit beneath a clear infinite
sky, stars whisper in dancing echos
of twilights illuminated symphony.
I ponder beyond known space,
darkness that consumes all
the black that gives light.
Flesh gained value.
Kisses became intimacy.

I would dust you from my skin
If not for this new desire.
You give heart to fire.
Flames fuelling an ancient call
days of past etched scribblings
upon my soul, the shattered
remains of porcelain and
spilled milk, puzzle pieces
lost to Satan’s soldiers.

Yet, here I am, not yesterdays
Image or tomorrows dream.
Broken, yes and yet in your arms
my imperfect flaws play flawlessly
within your embrace, liberated
within this protective space.

In a world where I am nothing,
my worth scratched from
existence, I pause within
our self made Utopia knowing
here I am everything and something.

I listen to the stars symphony, love
twinkling on each note, desire
darkens the back drop, they play as one upon the skies lustrous bed
of infinite depth, dark gives way
to light and love becomes aflame
upon the devil’s carnal bite.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017

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We’ll meet again in an Arcadian dream…

 

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We’ll meet again in an Arcadian dream…
one man’s…is another’s nightmare.
Oh Lord give me not this phantasm
spectacle, high on Poppy seed euphoria
where fear is life itself. Utopia becomes
annihilated by my existence where
I dare no motion beyond that of breathing,
stranded within a non-tactile cage,
suffocating within my own
anosmia…bucolic?
No, to a soul such as mine
beauty is found in the falling droplets of rain
on the far edge of thunderous
clouds, among wild flowers and ruling weeds. I
long not for Virgil’s divinity but for the homelands
of Pan and his impromptu essence worn by the
nymphs that walk at his side.
My horizon is cursed were it blessed
by a white Knight drawing to stand by me,
for is knowledge not wisdom?
Was it not always known?
Arcadia, home land to Pan, rustic beauty and wild music,
where the Dark Knight shares my throne.

Karen Hayward ©2017

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Lay with me and just forget the world.

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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)