Golden flames adorn my skies

I am lost in days silent retreat,
as Helios stands guard of vast
raging skies as evening draws,
and he bids goodbye.
My soul transcends in the way
his Amber kisses traverse
the colossal void of existence,
crimson echoes of light skipping
over atoms, submerging Gaia
in vivid hues of love,
the serenity of eve’s glow,
each pocket of colour
a prayer
whispered into closed palms,
screamed to the heavens,
spoken into the tangled
strands of a love one’s hair
as Helios bids us goodnight
till morn and Selene
stirs stifling a yawn and
we sit momentarily still
paused by the beauty
of our creator, be him a he,
a her, a deity, a God or god
a messiah or Angel…
In that moment between
dusk and twilight
we find them in our prayers
In return,
they give to us a sun and moon
a reason to pause us there.

Karen Hayward©2018

My Goddess of the night

Do you see her,
my goddess ruling
the night skies,
an inferno of energy
surging through my veins…
I am one,
the fires of pure need
rise within me
as her blue embrace
caresses the lost
embers of my spirit.

She has woken
her light reigns
down upon Gaia
Pearlescent tears of
purity giving life
within the ascending
my Goddess,
do you feel her?
She rises within each of us,
tickling the inner sanctuary
of our soul
Waking us from
eternal slumber…
She is the essence
goddess and elemental…

My twilight love
dancing across stars
skipping through darkness
Winged horses
draw forth her
silver chariot
as she swims
through the

Blessed are those
who tonight will see
my queen bleed
crimson hues eclipsed
in a moments
ethereal beauty.
Blessed are those who
feel without sight,
her energy-their life
force… Blessed are
those who rise in
the blue hues
of Selene’s
night skies.

Do you see her?
My Goddess rising
to rule her
Do you feel her?

Karen Hayward ©2018

Image and words

Oceans Light.

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Iridescent thoughts of devotion, a Celtic calling, ancient essence whispers on oceans breeze. Do you hear the echo of my love beneath the waters edge? Walk with me in the swirling tide, oceans haven caressing our toes, suns warmth against our skin, count the freckles upon my shoulders as I count the kisses upon your lips whilst the ocean whispers across waves of descent, searching the depths for the oceans King. Chanting through coral reefs, singing through swimming fish the ancient calling with joyous delight for the child of the ocean has found her light.

Karen Hayward ©2017




Hope.Writing prompt.

Is tired of this blackened world

with its poisonous vines invading

us in our dreams.

Hope is an empty

void a desolate belief.

Pandora’s box was empty.

she released all those evils including hope

into the world and they spread among

us in the air that we breathe.

We are the epiphany of darkness

our souls harness the pain of the weak,

feeding on the promise of hope.

Hope does not exist,

only the evils of darkness that seeped

from the box leaving behind

a dark abyss of nothingness…hope.


Karen Hayward ©2016