Silence

BLISS

Until the moment
Turns into nostalgia
Two poets speak
Without words

Your mere glance
Expresses emotions
I could only dream of capturing
With plain letters

Your silent smile
Rests on my lips
You wear my love
On yours

The silence
Is our only witness
When our hearts vow
Without metaphors or similes


and the way
Your hand searches for mine
In the stillness of the night
… wordless poetry.

© Noora

AGONY

A weary heart hides
Within the shadows of ebony
Still waiting for the pianist
To place her fingertips
On the ivory keys
And pierce
The deafening silence
Of an unwhispered goodbye
With a melody that a heart
Wishes to hear
In order to sing again

Unspoken words haunt me
I will listen to them
I will interpret them
I will cherish them
Until
They will eventually heal me
When I learn
How to compose music
Out of silence

© Noora

Dance with Me

Re-blogging one of my very first posts. A poem I was working on last night reminded me of this piece. I’ll be back to post and read soon. Please bear with me 🙂 Hope you’re all having a fantastic week. – Noora

Dance with Me
(just one slow waltz)

My love,
Take my shaking hand
And dance with me
For good times’ sake

Wrap your arms
Around my quivering body
And glide with me
In a sensual rhythm

Allow your heart sing
One last serenade
With mine

Taste a final poem
From my lips
And let me breathe you in
Once more

Let’s close
This unfinished chapter
With whispers
That only we
Can hear

Let’s celebrate us
Until
It is time to change
Companion

Please
Dance with me
Just one
Slow
Waltz

© Noora (2012)

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Poet’s Eyes

Hands in paint
Fingertips aching
Dripping
With artistic desire
To paint
The indescribable

As I embrace
Your nakedness
Physical and emotional
With my poet’s eyes

Rationality abandoned
Senses awakened
I surrender to the unknown
For my heart is my guide
And love is my gravity

Hands in paint
Fingertips aching
Dripping
With ardor and fervor

I watch you
Come alive
Through my poet’s eyes

© Noora (2013)

Journey

It is time to go
But let me just disappear
Into this poem
For a while

Words drip out slowly
Like honey
Or the cherished dream
That once poured out from your lips
And flowed into my mouth

The setting sun plays an immortal hymn
For the moon
Her love is not unrequited
It is just out of reach

The waves break on shore
They carry ancient love letters
So that the beach would never have to be
Skinless

In awe I listen to the rolling sea
It calls out my name
Just like your gaze before
The one that said forever
And I drowned in your eyes
Time after time
Without fear

A solitary pilgrimage
Beneath the night canvas
Painted with sighing stars
With nothing to hold
But memories, dreams
And my undying hope
Faith

Miles away, worlds apart
Footsteps heading in separate directions
Yet you still are my beacon
The indescribable beauty of the nightfall
The soothing stillness of my lonely walks
When I am trying to finish off the story
That never ends but constantly evolves

Perhaps our fingers intertwine again
In another eternity
All we have to do is whisper
Our magic word
And the Universe will remember

Like the sea and the sky
Two souls
Once united
Will always be connected
Somehow
Somewhere in time

© Noora (2013)

Poetry in the Air

The moon is absent tonight
Only love illuminates the room
As you finally rest in my embrace
Far away in a dreamland
Yet in my deepest reality

Your slumbering hills
And inviting valleys
My promised land
Waiting to be explored

Anticipated scenery
Much more beautiful
Than any of those dreamy dawns
My yearning heart painted
With poetic words and shades of purple
When we still dreamed of the sunrise
On separate sides of the ocean
That does not divide but unites
Our islands – in love

On this night of wonders
I lay my lips on yours
Just to capture your smile
So that I can carry it with me
To wherever the journey takes us

A peaceful rest drifts over me
And I surrender
Under the covers of something
Unconditional, eternal and safe

I have nothing to wish for anymore
There is poetry in the air tonight

© Noora (2011)

Afterglow

 

 Alone
In the afterglow
Lying here
In our memories

Reminiscing
How it felt to be
An inspiration
For your
Creative fingertips

How I melted
Like soft clay
In the hands
Of a dedicated sculptor
As you made me
Your secret masterpiece

And yours alone
I still am
In the afterglow
Of our love

Reminiscing
How it felt
To unfold you
With my love
One layer at a time

How my hopeful lips
Stole your breath
And made it ours
In the kiss
Of truths
And expectations

And still tonight
I breathe our love
When I escape to the place
Where yesterday’s spark
Still flames
Where unwritten poems
Sensuously moan
Where you stay
With me

Unforgettable
In the afterglow

© Noora

Nostalgia

I have been touched by the words
Of some genius poets and brave dreamers
Illuminated by the all-knowing light
Carried into the midnight romance
And I have made love
In the morning’s hush

Yet

I have never felt at home –
The amazement of belonging

I have never found heaven –
The safety of a warm embrace

Like I did, with you

When the music played
And lilacs bloomed

© Noora (2013)

Morning Glow

As timeless
As the Sun’s blaze
Your smile
Upon mine

The dawn paints
The blissful sky
With soft hues
Of Aurora’s blush

As we embrace
Quietly
Lovingly
Like the morning dew
That lingers
On waking flowers

Warm rays
Of your smiling heart
Surround me
Fill me
With pure beauty

In the morning glow
We are nourished
Calm
Like the sea
After a nocturnal storm

Skin melting into skin
Lips searching for
Their resting place
We discover
The great truth

The eternity
Of your eyes
Meets mine

© Noora

Original: 2011, edited: 2013

Hope

Only a breath apart
Our souls
Wrapped around
Each other
In this highly anticipated
Reunion

Forgotten worlds
Vowed promises
Reflect from your eyes
I recognize you
Undeniably

So much to say
Yet I lose my ability to speak
In any other language
Than unconditional love

My heart begs me
To reveal you
My solution
Promise you
We will make it
To the other side
Of our forever

Unfortunately,
I am not
The writer
Of your destiny

I just hold your face
In my palms
And wait…
For your lips
To greet mine

Silently praying
You’d inhale
Even a little bit
Of the faith
That whirls
In me

The song
We used to hum
Separately
Turns into a sweet duet

When our lips touch
And we breathe hope
In eternal harmony

© Noora (2011)

Our Symphony

Two silhouettes
Bathe
In the fragile moonlight

Dreamy glances
Play an inviting
Yet silent prelude
Until the breathless sighs
Begin to echo
In the stillness

Ascending anticipation
Increasing need
To play the symphony
That never
Grows old
But always vibrates
Within us

Our hearts drum in unison
With each
Yearning beat
A passionate masterpiece
Gets louder and stronger
Like a midnight thunder

Beautifully orchestrated
Crescendo
Unfolds
The finale

Smoothly
Devotedly
Fiercely

Quivering in harmony
We outshine the moon

© Noora