Cloud of peace -1-

* The world is deaf, remaining silent,

No matter of the storms, tornadoes

Hurricanes –

Depicted as the “down world”,

It makes its orbit to the sunset.

All we are so blind, so weak, even dumb.

As babies, just starting crawling,

Living in the darkness of the stream –

Masses of mud, not pure rivers.

                         

Our souls are painted in red,

Our eyes painful from light –

We just hide under the bottom,

Under The bridges, the nets,

Under the fake looks, fake ideas…

Braking illusions dry as concrete. 

Are we priceless? Are we eternal?

Wouldn’t we perish one day?

What power holds us here -

On the floods of the time in a swamp?

What we need to be proud of?

This is our dominion – nations,

Spreading wars, blood and hopes.
As living corpses some people walk.

does love still touch our hearts?

Yes, but hidden indeed
its in eternal Crystal

searched beyond nine mountains 

Beyond nine forests – at the end of …

Life. 

n.nour * 9