Autumn thoughts 3

In my soul there is a cloud

Sometimes light gray, blue

Green, white opal color,

Changing its form inside

So my outer forms changes

full of deep sadness and rain

collecting water from rivers

around, lakes

sometimes this cloud so full

covered with moon sparkles

bursts in tears …

and drops cool autumn rain

on my red wounded heart-leaf. 

n.nour *

نینا

Dusky sky

In the dusky sky –

Two birds are falling,

The distance between us

Broken space and time

I`m asleep, wrapped

In my dream like an

Iris chalice,

Your are awake, closed

Behind the doors of

Your hopes, waiting

Waiting for the moment

To come, and moments to

Pass, waiting my waking.

In the clear night sky

Two stars are falling. 

Raindrops

In my silent room 
all in blue shades,
I could stay alone
through eternity, 
in the perfect night
with cloudy wet sky
in the sounds of rain
and meditating fishes
the space opens in wide
blue circles, my ocean
extends its warm energy
I`m diving into serenity
smell of wet clothes 
deeper in my mind, 
reading familiar text
without memory 
on the first day of
Jumaada al awal 1435,
when the temperature 
of air was 5 in Celsius
and humidity -93%
crescent moon just started 
to wax in an invisible slice,
in the northern hemisphere;
In this certain moment of
all what we called life
I saw your face in white
I felt the pure raindrops
in the center of my heart.

{© n. nour}
02.03.014

Chamomile

By the river of your absence,
the murky waters flow to east,
nearby i quietly sit, 
touching the growing chamomile,
white and yellow symphony of art
I need warmth and calmness and
hope, and purity in my heart.

vision of our last date
when we were children dressed
with yellow and white, 
my chamomile dress touching
your knees, while drinking tea
on that far away summer balcony...

{© n.nour} 
01.03.014