A Letter. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

A letter I write to thee my love.
A short note written hastely
in the moist night air.
The wind is blowing fiercely outside
as the sands swirl high to where they dare.

I try to find the words to write.
The candle flickers in the dead of night.
My heart paces quickly too and fro.
Where my path will lead me, I do not know.

My letter is to Egypt and also to you.
I cannot live this life without your love.
My impatience is getting worse,
as our story has been written above.

Our past lifes have reappeared
and will do so till we meet.
It is not so easy to see you
and not to touch my sweet.

A letter I write to thee my love.
A short note written hastely
in the moist night air.
The wind is blowing fiercely outside
if you come to me, if we dare.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .