Azurite (2)

Eating figs here

Sweet day dreaming clouds

Wind in my garden of longing

Lonesome afternoons

One by one fruits melting

In my mouth,

Thinking of your look

I devote to broken memories

Pieces of past mirrors,

I see you there you exist still

So I have a happy smile –

But here I`m just collector

Of my own dreams.

Wind bells are singing 

Outside in balcony. 

nina nour *

-  1au - 

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.