THE FOREST

When, days later, we reached the end of the path

And lay at last among voluptuous leaves,

We swore we never should see days go by so fast again.

By day our words were marked by time, but all night long

The language that we spoke was, like the brightest star,

Fixed, it seems, forever, in one place.

Did you find out alone the high road back?

I know you sleep among the rows of empty houses now,

While I lie here, still, tangled in these leaves.