Author: catherine anne hayes

  • Through Your Lens – In memory of Craig Elliott Jr. 1960-2011

    In the still early morning of yet another night bereft of sleep I see myself as you looked at me through your lens That individual moment you captured I was unaware My minds memory recalled the smooth grained sand cooled by the gently bubbling minuscule waves that my aching toes and heels delighted in The…

  • I Spend Time With You

    I am not my whole self unless I spend time with You Life’s purpose is empty the calm of my soul does not exist I need my time with You Life is complicated a challenge full of tests of patience But when I spend time with You my soul becomes calm my mind ceases to…

  • You Are My Spring

    You are my spring and because of you I find the strength to renew myself I have reason to go on to keep living to continue hoping to believe that it is possible for me to begin again Your love flows through me and I am transformed My barriers fall away to you I am…

  • At The Stone

    Oh My Love Why have you gone? Left me to face this world alone… Promises made now laid broken in this cold grave with you… How do I live on? Exist in this world I barely draw breath My heart hardly beats now For you were my life my reason for existence for hope for…

  • Unanswered Questions

    I lay alone I’m empty inside I ache for you Who cares about pride I need you so Out of the darkness I must go Into the brightness where happiness could grow I wish I could tell you what lies deep inside me Your silence is deafening, confusing, surprising You did by your actions let…

  • Unspoken Memories

    A half empty bottle of perfume A crumpled note A tear stained blanket and only memories for pictures… only the memory of eyes the colour of the raging sea lit by the sun full of passion and love as they looked deeply and intensely into mine… The touch of his fingers gently pushing my hair…

  • Split In Half

    Split In Half I must guard my heart for loving you is a very precarious thing When I see you I forget who I am I am absorbed by you Nothing else matters I hang on your words I melt under your gaze I lose myself in you I am weak and it scares me…

  • Walking Away

    walking away and walking quickly from all the confusion the distractions the poisons that try their best to do their hateful damage on what is so new so good so real for once in my life I do not want to back down I do not want to give up what is so right for…

  • La Mélodie Dangereuse

    La Mélodie Dangereuse Lilting melodies that mesmerize me enter inside my core sensuously stroking This…his haunting music does to me I can not resist the lilting tones like silken cords that wrap themselves around me binding me to him pulling me into his world he creates and I move at his will playing me teasing…

  • My Precious Pearls

    When my mother was 5 years old George Balanchine saw her dance and saw her beauty and natural talent. He approached my grandmother and offered a full scholarship to The School of American Ballet that he had just founded with Lincoln Kirstein. My grandmother’s reply was a resounding no because in quotes “ballerinas and actresses…