Headed West Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Headed west

Headed west, once again
And observed same old games
Played on dark stage…

the expose romantic and childish,
Attractive was the scene.

There I saw virgin Moon
Round, plain her surface.

sky was the ladder or easel
For the Moon's white canvas.

Clouds' hands were brush
Of the witch on stick
With broom's many teeth.

Though rarely, there were times
That the eyes saw the light
In amber or golden…

What a scene
Childish and
Romantic;
Excellent
Eye-catching.

Felt as if was young and
In mountains under vine
Where slept, as a child…

Held a vase of Khayyam
Full of wine from vine
Drinking its divine…

Please, you, factories, scientists
Leave nature for artists
You rape and make bastards
We love her like angel
Cup our hands, admire and praise
The nature, as our virgin goddess…