Memory Lane

When no one but the passing time is listening,
I occasionally shout out the words of longing.
When the confused sky is my only witness,
I wander down the path of hazy memories –
that’s where we bump into each other
and linger in something
that was too hopeless to last –
yet too rare to ever fully disappear.

© Noora (2016)

Perfectly Still

The day refuses to die
evening birds
quietly comfort
the wordless sky

Bittersweet concerto
inspires me to write
my own
but some poems
are better left

The day
refuses to die
raindrops lie
on sleepy flowers
perfectly still
like sorrow
almost forgotten

© Noora (2015)