hidden poems…

I was searching through my previous online journal and found a poem I’d written and forgotten about. It’s always good to go back over past entries to see what one has written. Which reminds me that I seriously need to put together my book of poetry, at the very least, with the sole purpose of compiling together everything I’ve written over the years.

Here’s a poem I’d written back on November 16, 2000, coincidentally, just before officially creating Rice Bowl Journals:

. . . .

late afternoon sun

A warm sun
caresses me, as I lie down
in bed
on this late afternoon.

I think of you,
as the sun’s golden rays
bring a certain joy
to my soul…

I find comfort
in the sun’s light,
even though it dims, as the
approaching night
casts eerie shadows
upon the land.

Yet your beauty
surrounds me
in many ways,
and keeps
me warm
within my heart.

If it is just a memory,
then let it become just that…

a memory…

that finds its place within,
where no harm can come to it,
as I keep it sheltered
from the storm.

For that is how
I will always remember you,
like the warmth of the sun, caressing me
as I lie in bed, dreaming…

into the late afternoon sun.

©November 16, 2000 Carlos Rull