In My Mind’s Zen Garden

This is another older poem I just wanted to repost:

If I could,
I’d cast a spell upon the winds,
and make them change direction,
towards the east
where her silent beauty remains,

I don’t know from whence she came,
as mysterious as she appeared,
she quickly vanished,
and my vision of her forever
remains ingrained,

…in my mind…

my forbidden thoughts are haunting me so,
in my life, I must stay at peace with myself,
a shelter within to house
my longings and dreams,

many times, I falter in spirit,
my soul yearns for a coming sunrise,
a new dawn that changes its inner quietude,

quell my thirst,
ease my pain,
shelter my soul,
calm my heart,

as nations go forth in all its glory,
I too proclaim the thoughts that I must,
all that has gone before seems fluid,
distance seems to catch its breath,

time is fastly approaching fruition,
my silent beauty is but a friendly reminder,
a shadow down the lane, a drop on a leaf,
for I finally ease my tortured soul, my friend,

and as I slowly sink,
into a gentle, restful slumber,
I dream of her silent beauty,
of which remains a mystery…

Copyright ©1998 Carlos Rull