Buntzen Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Buntzen

With her head on my arm,
We enjoy lying down,
To observe that outside,
Secretly, in the fog,
The waves dance,
They dance waltz…

The stage on the lake,
Presents a ballet,
With the fish's nibbles.

The trees on the heights,
Request the skies,
Begging for the sunshine.

She and I toss and roll,
Until we fall asleep,
Dreaming for filming,
These great sceneries.

'Soundtrack? ' I ask her,
'Miracle of the waves.'