He was so still, as frozen
tough he was alive,
his rough skin had color
of mud and rain with dust,
his eyes looking
helplessly obsessed
by the taste of fresh blood,
mirrors of the prey -
like ancient God of Evil,
master of the Nile,
he swam calmly hidden
in the mud and sand...

His open mouth -ready
to **** had sharpness of knife,

A little girl in pink came
in front of his sight,
looking with curiosity
his deep empty eyes,
"Can i take him at home, papa"
she almost cried...
'he isn't alive now, sweetie,
he is just -- paralyzed"

-nour-
June-013

When I'm in my house
near to the lake,
I love to watch
the blue rain drops
swirling in quiet circles
on the lake surface,

As if your fingers
touching my skin,
provoking feelings
and colorful spin
in my stomach...

When I'm in my house
near to the lake,
I watch the little stones
in my zen garden
imagining the silence
of the high Planets
listening the cooper bells
gentle voice singing,
somewhere a sudden
noise of bird moving
the green leaves with her wings

As if with you on the grass
relaxing, with closed eyes,
your silence is melody which
melts my heart inside...

-nour-
June-013

I would sleep,
just to wake up in your arms
and my eyes to look at you
as for the first time,
I would seep
in Full moon nights,
even with Venus and Saturn
in the skies,
just to see your honey smile
in my dreams,
I would sleep on the grass,
on the cold ground,
if you'll be around,
I would sleep and
even not wake up again,
if you could come with me
in my deep dream-land,
if we could stay there
forever in love,
I wouldn't wake up anymore.


-nour-
June-013

Little drops of
consciousness
in my hair,
morning rain
of your sorrows,
You're longing
for the white me-
unknown me,
untouchable me,
your need comes
as a late cherry
blossoms on a
spring tree,
i feel your tears
on my cheeks,
your heart-
in my hands.

When your silence
covers my shoulders,
I feel the thrill of breeze,
blowing through my broken window,
smell of flowers, devotion and dreams,
Your smiling face is stamped in my
mind, colorful night, no sound around.

Just your pure presence,
your rain, just your arms,
your scent,
your look,
moving me inside deep.



-n o u r-
june-013

There were three brothers,
once upon a time,
in a far away land
living with all memories
behind -
They had just one treasure
in the world -
little cute sister
as miracle of all girls,
She had long golden plait,
she was delightful and fine
in snow white dress,
they called her Lina,

One day with cold rain
and darkness from skies,
the evil witch spelled on
her magical cast,
transforming her body
and soul in the single
apple tree, she hoped
the magic forever to last...

The tree bears golden
apples with scent of love,
The witch didn't want to
take her cast away,
she looked her in the
crystal ball,

Her three brothers were
sick from deep sadness,
with her the sunlight was gone,
and their mind sank in madness.

The witch felt pity on them
and turned them into three
mysterious dragons, who flew
and fought in the night -
They were red, yellow and green,
They slept under the tree,
where her sister's soul was in,
started to cry with dragon tears
for her loss, even to die they
didn't fear, just to have her
again in their arms.

But most of all the Red dragon
missed her, from his warm
painful teardrops, a golden apple
turned into young beautiful girl,

There she was again!
with her golden long plait,
made of love and jasmine scent.
She appears and covered the sunlight
with her magical smile...
The witch was so old and helpless
in this time,
So it was the moment for the
Dragon fairy to come -
she sprinkled her dust
on Red Dragon, until
of charming brother prince
he had his form...

And then on Yellow and Green,
Never such fairy wonder was seen!

since all the time we knew
from the tells of fairies,
We could easily guess
in the end, they both
were happily .......
married.


.......nour......
       may-013