Me and him ~

* Me and him

Were walking fast

To reach the peak

Of our past ridge...

With bleeding hearts

And broken souls

We are apart

But still together

In our dreams.

Me – a white owl,

alone flying, watching

the forest life from above;

alone sleeping on the branch

no other owls are around.

And tears in my eyes are silent.

Him – an eagle waving high

Around deserted planes

Above his own dreams,

His lost soul is there to find –

Hot African red winds,

And pyramids, and ruins.

Me and him

Always alone

Together in a dream

Of future life we`ll be

For now our destiny is resting,

Drinking chai in shadow

And gossiping about our love

That flew in crystal mornings lost.

n.nour *

Pieces of mirror

Take this piece of broken mirror,

Looks sparkling, as a shell, my love

The sun beams are locked inside

Moving in circles of golden light.

Make a scratch on my hand, my love

Let the blood make a stream –

Don’t worry I wont feel pain.

Take this glass –cut my hands,

My fingers, my heart.

They cant forget the touch of you,

My arms cant forget your embrace

and not any pain can erase the fear of loss

losing one thousand times (you),

The sorrow, the gloom, the dying  

Falling from skies… Where once I was

With you.

Take this stone –  shining Jasper

Magical flower is hidden inside –

Hold it up high

Let it fly from the abyss,

Let it brake in hundreds of pieces –

Holding our locked love,

Spread it in world,

And  remember

strong light cant stay hidden inside.

n.nour * 9

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

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