Comments on some of my poems

Some of my poems had actual events which led to my writing them, so I thought I'd write about these events.
حبى القديم (A love to remember)
He was a colleague of mine. Once we were walking together alone and I randomly looked in his eyes, I found my self inside his soul, suddenly I floated through all his barriers and all boundaries between me and him fell down and my Aura touched his own. It was like my soul floated inside his own at that moment without him even knowing. It's true, it wasn't love or even admiration, it was like knowing him beyond this earth, before he had a name or a body, I just sensed him. This feeling happened to me twice in my life, both men, really nice men as I came to know them. I knew lots of guys and had many admirers, but only those two gave me this feeling, I knew them beyond time. I cherished that feeling all these years till I wrote him this poem.
(Waiting) مستنية
To the man of my dreams, I know he's waiting for me some where
Snake
We would've been a hell of a couple, but it's in a snake's nature to sting when warm
Time
To exist, time needs boundaries, my captivity has none, it's timeless. Now I know how an eternity in hell feels like.
Summer
The beginning of summer always gave me that very strange feeling, like water starting to bubble inside its bottle as the heat keeps rising. One of those early summer nights, when the spring cool breeze is getting warmer, only a touch, and the wind is blowing wild and crazy slamming doors and windows, I was lying in my bed with the lights turned off and the balcony open, it was late at night when I heard music floating softly from a penthouse nearby. This apartment which occupies the last floor of the highest building around us was left vacant for years, one day they started renovating and after a while it was ready for its owners. They started visiting the place late at night, it seems it was someone's "shore". Every time they came there was loud provokative music and lots of laughing, it seemed they had a very good time. It was one of those mid summer nights that I woke up to their music, I ran to my pencil and paper and wrote this poem that very night. After a while they stopped coming, it seems there were complaints from the neighbors and they had to sell the apartment. This poem of mine is one of the closest to my heart and I consider it one of my best, it captured that mystical feeling that always hit me at the beginning of each summer.

PS: Aura (paranormal), A subtle field of luminous multicolored radiation surrounding a person or object as a cocoon or halo. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aura)