Some days I dance with the river
reminiscing with the nostalgic nuances
of my youthful days.

My life
like a frozen cascade.
The ice building
Forming
Shaping a more complex creation with every deeper
and deeper layer of alluring complication.

Each harmonious memory
fabricating my essence
like a branch of a weeping willow
I am Strong
Free
yet sinking down
softly kissing the soil
causing me to remember why I weep.

My mind each time I ponder
like a tottering feather
I drift
Envisioning.
Pretending I can prophecy
my own story
yet each moment etching a small
excerpt of broken history
onto my heart.

And its all strangely serene.
Remarkably comforting
to solemnly
confront yourself
with the intricacy

Of what used to be.

Of what is now.

Of what is to come.

The words danced in my head
The way she spoke
The way she wrote
The way she made me feel alive
I haven’t felt so alive in a while
Feeling the way I did when I looked at her took me back
Back to a much simpler time when I was happy
She made me happy gave me feelings I didn’t know what to do with
I dreamt of the way her lips would dance upon my skin in the pale light of the moon
But all in the same I didn’t know how to tell her

I remember when I was a little girl,
Every time I was crying, they couldn't
Relief my fear, even they showed to me
a mirror " my face all in tears,
I couldn't recognize myself " but
They were telling me “see yourself
Now, do you see how you are
Ugly when you cry? You never should!”
And I started loudly…

now I never cry, hardly look myself
into a mirror, but with smile,
I couldn't cry, as your hearts do now.
I couldn't laugh as your hearts now.
But my tears flow every time, when
I see his face in front of me. I just cry
and smile in the same time.

-nour-
June-013

When I look into the mirror,
I see myself in million parts
Of me " as some are unknown,
From my far away past,
Some are shining and sweet
As memories of childhood,
  Some are covered with dark "
(but when I see them turn my
head aside) " and some have
my face with your eyes,
some have short hair as a boy,
some have long silky hair of a doll,
some have wildness and insanity,
some have romantic lonely dress...

How can I simply look, observe them all?
Forgetfulness is growing in my soul,
But your image and your piece of puzzle
Here missing, I want to find it in the night
With your red kisses,
I want to hold you in my heart,
To feel the timeless breath of love,
Of my need, of silence and eternity
And look again deep into your mirror core.

- nour -
  June-013

How many corridor views
I could imagine and see
How many ways and stations,
And turns in shadows
In a distant highways,
I walked on a dusty roads,
Where many steps in black
And white I could follow,
But I choose myself, flying
In my tiny ballerina shows "
Just dancing in the air of hope,
Without to find the real you…

How many roads with flat and
Shining pavement of stones
I walked " to see unique crowds
Dressed in elegant fashion coats,
In grey, red and beige "
But I just turned away to the bridge
Just to follow myself, in my so
Old fashioned childish tutu dress.
without to find the real me...

How many forest paths, covered
With mud and thorns and rose hips
I had to view, to search,
But roaming in myself,
In my only body, my own legs,
My own arms, my own *******,
My own face, my own eyes
I finally found you "
Your unique self "
Waving to me from
The other shore…

- nour -
   June-013

This one for the dreamers
This ones for the lost souls
This ones for the broken hearts
That nobody really knows

This one for the misused
This ones for the abused
This ones for the little hearts
That thought they really knew

My  words may not be enough
To carry you through the day
But know your on my mind
I wanna take your pain
Away
I wanna wash it down the drain
I wanna help you love again
I know just how it feels
To fall victim to the agonizing pain
So for now I tell you
Rest your eyes
And dream yourself a better life

This here's for the forgotten
Lay trampled on the floor
I know your probably numb by now
And can withstand no more

But hear me out
Close your eyes
Dream yourself a better life
And one day when you wake up
I promise you
Everything will be alright

And all the pain
Will wash away
Through the many years
Your wounds will heal
You'll have your scars
As forever memory
But trust me and I promise you
One day your soul will be free

Faking structure through the years,
Answers lost in amber beers.
Waking up to each new day,
Hoping I will float away,
High above the reach of man,
His damning, racist, hateful clan.
To a place of deepest night,
Safe from bigots "cleansing light."
Darkness thick as velvet rope
Holds together all my hopes,
And dreams and fears and all desires,
Under stars and nightly fires.
Break away from everyone,
Claim the night, blot out the sun.
When one day the long sleep falls,
I'll journey down those crimson halls,
To crypts of love and memories lost,
Without a care about the cost.