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
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:57 AM UTC
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
Request permission to use this poem