Untitled Poem by Noor Ehan

Nothing moves, and nothing stays
Thoughts recoil on vagrant days
yet…
We live.

Shards of memory
Flood the mind
Scabbing the skin
Of tampered prime
And hearts convulse
In solemn retreat

Lovers meet in pleasant guise
Renouncing reason and fear alike
Yet…
More is skimmed than
Meets the eye

Flaccid hands
And hollow despair
Feed the stream of fears to be
Frightened, we reach for lovers’ guise

Little could be
pure again.

April10/2009