The Postman in the forest of Fall

The Postman in the forest of Fall

 

The postman in the forest of Fall

Yellow bag stuffed as bovine belly

Picking up sealed letters

As egrets fish

Cautious and thorough

Not like regular postman who keep

Losing our letters of luxurious love

 

We are drifting apart from one another

Going further to receive mails from afar

Getting letters from farther

Today as we post love-letters to our past lovers

We drift apart from our kin

We reveal foolish fallacies and dreams

We are no more see our faces in the mirror

We float bare in the moonlight, alone

In the backyard of our suburban homes

 

We have not hugged for long

We have not kissed for long

We have not heard others’ sing for long

We have not played with a crazy kid for long

We sliding towards a forest older than the trees

Where leaves left immortal marks on rocks

We drifting away towards a world beyond our own

 

I have seen the postman in the forest of Fall

His yellow bag filled as bovine belly

With ancient sealed letters

 

A letter floats away from another letter

A tree never drifts from another tree.