Rain child

The rain stretches his cold

Fingers – taping gently

My forehead,

my crown 

I feel as a lost child

Of destiny, of Raguel

 found suddenly

Alone, wet, hopeless

Returned to his pure essence

Of opal moon water from sky. 

n. nour *

Reflections

Illusions of the universe 
seem endless, hopeless 
dedicated to a galaxy 
without limits, no sense 
in the eyes of creation -
Illusion of our space,
our black hole, our stars
our Sun system, our science 
Illusion of mind, life, death 
of love and existence 
duplication of experiments, 
world inside another world -
all is a mirror reflecting 
other mirror, in which light 
you see another mirror, 
in which light you see 
another mirror, ......
where finally the last
is your own reflection.
Face with just eyes 
that don`t see the truth 
mouth that can`t speak.
Self- creation.

Oleander

Oleander is my name,

I forgot when I was born

Forgetfulness possesses me
And sadness embrace me
As a loving friend,
I always dress in white-
My chalice is slightly open
For the rain, the wind
And silenced space,
The sound of train
Passing through the valley
I can hear as a song refrain
I`m alone, but loneliness
is joy for me, it raises my senses
my energy is clean, I have all the time
in the world to think, to see,
to listen, understand, the depths of all
until the emptiness of dream covers me.

Hiding in White

Now I see you through the mist

Floating on the quite lake,

Your shape is changing "
Your silhouette is curving,
Merging with the ether,
I`m in my water-lily-boat
Wet silver sparkling wings
I see you going far away
Away, away with puff of wind,
I see nothing but your eyes
As wholes on the empty canvas
Your eyes full of flames and hatred
Full of lost love and pain,
My heart is full of dust,
I cant speak up or even shout
You are there, on another shore
I wanted you to stay, but
You are now lost " in the mirror
Of our past, our love bleeds
And remains. 

mon frère -3-

This night you send an arrow
to my chest 
I didnt hate you, even you said
"I need you, sister"
while bleeding on the ground
I put my knife in your heart
slowly lifting up my eyes -
you looked to me with 
mixed of gentleness, love
and hatred - 
"I was yours, mon frere
but you were never mine."

© n.nour
....June 014

Boat

In my little boat,
we are just the two of us
chasing the sun spots 
on the silent gray lake,
the surface moved like
a fragile wings of butterfly
Your arms kissed from sun
embracing mine -
while our legs splashing 
the cool mirrored water;

We are in our deep cocoon
as two birds without words
we don`t have to speak 
just in the space is love,

I touch your warm fingers,
you caress my curls -
On my little boat 
just you and me, 
my brother...

© nina nour
--- June 014

Je t`aime

Why do you want me so much?
What is this magnet inside me?
Where do you dream of me...
And how you love me, if
You we didn’t still meet?

Je t`aime, I just know that!

Where do you want us to go?
Do you want a boy or a girl?
What is your favorite place?
Where do you like us to travel?
Where do you want we to make love?

Je t`aime, I just know that!

Do you dream to be with me,
To be married, husband and wife?
Or do you want me as a lover?
How you imagine me in the nights?
Do you like we go to Hawaii?

Je t`aime, I just know that!

Why you are closed in silence?
Why you feel pain in your shell
But never want with me to share?
Maybe you don’t know I love another?

Love don’t ask questions, and make no rules.
Here or there or in another world,
I want to stay with you, look to you, love you.
Je t`aime, I just know that...

.................
{ © n.nour}
-- 2014.05.

Jojo girl

“Take me to the stars
And leave me there
I want to see them
Closely, not just from
My window, when the sky
Is cloudy, take me now, papa!”

Stretching little arms said
Jojo little girl, looking at his
Warming eyes of safe brown
They were in the green room
With all her toys around,
With little green cat and parrot
She loved to dance for her papa,
Lifting up her green dotted skirt,
Whirling as a butterfly around him
Her eyes sparkling with innocence,
She never understood why her
Father used to cry…in hidden
In the evening time, she was so
Happy and so free in her paradise.

“sleep well my Jojo girl, then
in the night I`ll wake you up
will take you in my loving arms
and fly with you to the stars,
But I couldn`t leave you there”

“Papa, I won`t be there alone
you stay with me, as my angel!”

She slept so fast and peacefully
In moment, her eyes were closed
Her father felt a salty tear,
Flowing slowly from his eyes,
Jojo, she didn’t know, she was
Near the end of life, 
as she had
Leukemia. 

{ © n.nour}
2014.05.03

Words

I. My home is made of words
airy and light, as peace,
love, flowers, poetry, 
hope, imagination, raindrops,
books and ink and friendship,
my home is in ethereal world
where music fills all senses
and you forget the sadness.

II. His home is made of words
strong and heavy, like bravery,
daring, pride, prejudice, wealth,
his house is covered with gold,
smell of musk and o de colon, 
his clothes are made of leather 
shining, his car is dazzling red.

III. Her home is made of words
sweet and gentle, like pink, 
candies, baby, pampers, body cream,
her room is full of fragrances -
Jasmine, orange and lily and 
fresh hyacinth. Her dress is made
of pale blue tulle, she is a dreamer
in her shell of little girl, she 
used to be a princess long ago.

IV. Their home is made of words-
so dark and dusky, as fire, war,
hatred, pain, crash and aim, 
They live under black sky, no sun
light ever in their home abide.
On their black rocks graveyards 
grow, they listen to the songs 
of lonely crows. They spilled the 
blood of many children, women,
just for the cause of their god
Their clothes are made of bones
of prays, martyrs and forgotten souls.
The smell of their space is sulfur.

V. Who are they? 

VI. Who are we? 

{© n. nour}
02.03.014

Milky sky

People- as melancholic atoms
moving between the spaces -
molecules of tears and smiles,
glittering in darkness of my life,
friends -coming and going in me
open gates of my room-heart
my brothers lighting up the way
in the front door of my house,
dressing off my clothes, 
caressing, kissing my neck -
brushing, touching my hair
loving me blindly then disappearing
in a dark rainy summer night. 

Fragile ~

In my cocoon,
Peaceful light of devotion "
Heart of lotus flower,
Asleep in my butterfly dream,
Where little bells and timpanos cling,
Under the look of deep blue universe,
My violet wings prepare to spread "
Unaware of that " 
metamorphosis.

-- © nour ---
-- August-013 --