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There would be silence, but for the low hum of the fridge and the sporadic whir of traffic that gently trickles along the dark roads. There would be silence, but for the distant echo of thoughts that swims against the current in my mind a chaotic flurry of nothingness and everything. There would be silence but for the silent echo of past spectres and future spirits haunting the time lapse of consciousness between the furrowed cracks of existence. There would be silence between the particles of darkness, void space, negative equity without life’s illumation. There is silence betweens life’s muttering. There is silence on the nights tongues, silence in his touch that creeps across my soul, silence in the shadows that whisper to me of loneliness. There is silence echoing through the vortex of time. There is silence.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Sat beneath the dark skies I stare
deep inside her heart. She whispers
she will listen, for the sky is really
not so far. I do not make a sound
but listen for the owl, often all I hear
is the past as she growls.
I’ve placed a wish on every star, they’ve
soothed my breaking heart.
I’ve whispered violent silent secrets
on the tail of a dying star.
I’ve seen the soulless echo of darkness
in the night, watched as all the angels
gathered up and took flight. I’ve seen the
devil walking with flames about his feet,
I’ve heard the empty pounding of his
curdled heart beat. I sit beneath the skies
stare deep inside her heart,
and realize for a moment, the emptiness
ain’t so dark.
Karen Hayward ©2016
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If you ever happen to be back this way
perhaps, i’ll stop by and say
‘Are you passing by or here to stay?’
and you’ll whisper, ‘Soon. I’ve still a debt to pay.’
And my heart will break as I whisper back, ‘Okay.’