Walk with me as one.
For was this not always
your most desired wish?
To see the world through eyes anew,
to experience life in my view?
Wander freely, listen to life’s music,
watch God’s miracles,
talk with nature in unity, laugh,
dear God laugh, for laughing is compulsory,
a treasured past time that transmits
the frequency of life echoing through the
atoms of our existence. Do you see?
Silver thread aligns a row of clouds in
preparation and I paint the walls in grey
so melancholy knows
already my name and
never comes a searching
for my soul in which to tame.
Walk with me as one beneath
a single sun and illuminating moon
your essence upon my skin and
spirit within my soul, come now,
walk with me…
Karen Hayward ©2017