A few weeks ago I thought it was love...
Now I think it is idiocy...
Or are idiocy and love the same thing?...
Maybe they are...
You keep ignoring me...
Like I am a doormat...
And I still keep chasing you...
And dreaming of you...
Well, let's meet half way...
Say it is not love...
Say it is not idiocy...
Let's call it loviocy...
The word does not make sense...
The same way my feelings for you don't make sense either...

Imagine you living in a world up there in the clouds...
All upside down...
A world where the earth is the sky...
A world where you see the snow rising towards the earth...
As well as the rain...
A world where you see flowers hanging from the sky...
A world where the oceans and the rivers seem to attract water from the clouds...
A world where you can enjoy seasons from above...
And you always wake up with a different sky...
With the mountains and the cities hanging from the sky...
For the clouds are transported by the wind...
Such a world exists...
In my mind and my heart...
And such a world would be paradise...
If your eyes were there to enjoy it with me...
For now I will continue looking from window...
Enjoying  the snow rise..
And hoping your eyes up there are looking at my cloud...

There will always be another day...
It does not matter if it is cloudy or rainy..
There will always be another day to watch the moon and the stars...
Or to read a poem ...
To enjoy a flower ... or the chirp of a bird...
If it is rainy or cloudy... then enjoy the weather drops..
Run and laugh under the rain...
If you are sad... then there will always be another day to be happy....
If you are bored... there will always be another day to be excited...
Life is a continuous journey...
Enjoy your life and the good days...
Be strong on bad days and remember there will always be another day...
If this poem is not good.. there will always be another day to write another one..
If this poet is not good... there will always be another one better...

And here I am...
Alone with my thoughts..
Me and my thoughts are one and the same...
The mind and the spirit can never be quarantined...
My words..
My thoughts...
My feelings...
will always be there...
Poetry is a reflection of who I am...
What I feel..
What I long for...
What my dreams are...
Time will go by...
Quarantine will end someday...
If I have learned anything of these times...
Is I am never alone...
For music, poetry, thoughts... even people and neighbors are there for each other...
And there is always something to share...
Even if just a smile by someone 2 meters away....

Happy day today...
I can't say Happy Saturday..or happy Sunday...or  Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes I lost the notion of time...
I just know the sun rose...so it is a new day...
But for me time stopped when I saw your eyes...
Happy day today and everyday...