The Letter
by Amr

The night spreads, encompassing all.
The forest darkens, the moon shines bright.
The mists engulf the leaves, scattered by fall.
Jupiter defeated by Pluto’s might.

The heart wanders in the forest, lost,
Its footsteps heavy, staggering alone.
The limbs shake and quiver in the midnight frost,
The owl and raven drown out the wanderer’s moan.

He reaches his destination, in the forest,
A small house, windows broken, curtains torn,
He enters, hoping to rest,
In that same house, where he was born.

He sits at his writing table.
With is old pen, companion of the past,
He starts to write, barely able,
A short letter, to be his last:

My friend, I am tired, I depart,
I wish to thank you, my friend, for all,
Remember me, old friend, in your heart,
When I lie, under those leaves, scattered by fall.

October 3, 2004

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