Misty 2 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Misty 2

Beneath the tall ceiling
-where things are darkening
-with grey tarps and walls
-and curtains of clouds
-and in times with the fog
-strand slowly
-and listen to cascade
-as well as footsteps
-while walking consciously,
-counting them intensely.

Inhale the sweet chill
-breathe long, very deep
-and dislike exhaling.

Hear sounds, music
-of water in cascades
-as if are the fingers
-on the keys; piano.

Feel I am in concert
-and chorus is singing
-with water in pouring.

Crescent is "Misty"
-in the house see paintings
-one of them is mystic…

Can it be a dervish in dancing?
-or is it an angel, a virgin floating?

I look, gaze, and stare closely
-search for name…classic?
-cannot find what it is
-unless "Is heart robbing."

Great is the night there
-when the things are misty,
-confused and lovely,
-valuable, time worthy
-and serene, immensely.