1001 FACES OF THE NIGHT

It is a dancing floor
Whirling wild
Underneath our feet
And the ceiling.
Then up there a disco ball
shining on her
In 1001 pieces
Of mirrors
To whirl
On dancing floor
And mirror in mirror
In third mirror
To wave
As third wave
In 1001 faces of the night
.

Tr.in part from Farsi version , by the poet