a poem

The Sun--
el sol--
I miss you as
you rested upon
the horizon;
It was all you are, and all
you rode upon.

Your rays of light
shone upon my heart,
and I once felt passion! For
you, that temporary
passion that I felt in such a fashion--
For you, and only you;
for only you

And you
never knew
Until the rays of passion
had already dimmed.