Every morning my day starts
With nothing on my page
But, the book I write as time goes on
Is thicker as I age

Everyday I learn some more
And I fill the page with ink
With things that have me questioning
Just the way I think

Empty pages surrounded me
When I was just a youth
But, if I sit and read them now
I find more of the truth

I didn't know a thing back then
In fact I know less than before
So, I fill the pages with my questions
That's what the book is for

Things I loved no longer here
People who've moved on
Times of truly reckoning
Those times have come and gone

Tomorrow is another day
I guess I'll write some more
I'll fill the empty pages
For that's just what they're for

It was a willow tree once there
   At the land of lake and mist,
   It was standing lonely on the shore
   Waiting for a beautiful hand to touch
   Its shining leaves.
   It was a woman in green, wrapped in
   A scarf with autumn leaves,
   Her hair was with honey color
   Her eyes were magnetizing and dark,
   She came to the willow on twilight "
   Rainy clouds gathered with above
   With gray shadows,
   She weeps under the tree and talks to it
   “Oh, willow, where is my beloved…
    since years he went to the land of
    pineapples and sun,
    and then he never returned..
    I promised to wait him every night,
    And every day I light candles and pray.”
   The woman's tears fall from her beautiful eyes,
   They touched the ground of the tree
   And dropped on its leaves…
   “Don't cry, dear “ replied the willow,
    I'm here beside you, I hear and feel,
    I was also a maiden one day in life
    Waiting my beloved I came here to cry
    Near the lake and mist.
    Years passed by ,he never returned
    And my longing increased
    One day I just woke up and found
     My hands transformed into green leaves
     My body " to stem of a willow tree.
    God gave me peace , I'm still crying
    But I don’t wait for him.
    The woman in green was amazed
    She felt suddenly quite inside herself,
    She stood little with opened eyes
    Gazing the lake, then kissed the tree
    And turned away.
    The willow saw her smile, she never came
    Again to the mist and lake land,
    But her autumn leaves scarf is still there…

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.

I'm a child of Saturn,
  With power and grace
  I'm turning in the Space
  Timeless, vast, sprinkled
  With stars, moons and suns

  I'm always alone,
  In the mirrored universe
  I see my father Saturn
  From far away, sunk in
  Clouds of dust.

  So many galaxies died
  Until I reach him finally.
  His rings of rocks and winds
  Embrace me with his love,
  His heart of liquid hydrogen
  I feel from distance how it beats
  With pulse of pure loneliness.

  I'm Rhea, dressed with light
  Of little moon, tulle and lace.
  You couldn’t see me now,
  My shadow is ahead,
  I hide my face behind my father.

© n.nour