Sunset

SUNSET

At sunset
I lose myself
In the beauty
Of a vulnerable sky
Painted with
Sentimental afterglow

At twilight
I can hear
How the setting sun
Blissfully hums
An ancient lullaby
A promise of a reunion

Her infinite melody
Fills me with hope
Yet evokes
The deepest longing

At sunset
I lose myself
In poetry
For she is my stillness
And I am her words

Lighthouse

Just reblogging “Lighthouse” with a NEW picture from my second trip to Crete last summer. It was an unforgettable experience and I can’t wait to go back – again and again. Hope you all have an inspiring weekend. – Noora

LIGHTHOUSE

I remember the ships
Sailed by me
How my light
Guided their journey
Held them gently
In the evening fog
Offered them faith
In the storm
Yet no one ever stayed

They have sailed
On the sea
Of endless possibilities
But no one has ever
Returned
To tell
Whether they discovered
A safe haven
Or are they still
Drifting
Hoping and waiting
For a miracle
Like my soul today

I often recall
Their names
And tales
And I wonder
If they
Still remember me
The moments we shared
The dreams we dreamt

Bittersweet waves
Crash and fall
Yet I stand still
Heart anchored
Eyes on the horizon
Still waiting
Still hoping
To be someone’s destination

Home

Edit: Picture changed 1/2015

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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