Good night to the eyes of the moon...
For without those eyes there would be no moon...
Eyes that bring sweetness and sunshine to any day...
Since I was a child I was fascinated by the moon...
Little did I realize one day I would get to see the eyes of the moon...
Now I know why the moon fascinates me...

The moon is almost full tonight...
It will be full in two days...
A super moon they say...
The biggest moon of the year...
To me, the moon is always a super moon...
I've have always felt captivated by it...
There was nothing that could captivate me so much...
Until I saw your eyes...
So beautiful and pure...
I am starting to believe the moon is just their reflection in the sky...

My lips miss your lips...
My eyes miss your eyes...
My hands miss your hands...
I really miss you...
Not sure when...
Or if I will ever see you again...
But I will always wait for you...
All I can do for now is  open my lips...
And hope you are blowing kisses in the wind...
So the wind will bring me a taste of your kisses...
How much I miss you...
How much I love you...

I am not sure why my umbrella is  open...
Perhaps I wanted to avoid getting soaked by the rain of your love and your kisses...
Last time I closed my umbrella I got burned...
For it wasn't raining love...
But hate and ego...
But I can tell your rain is sincere...
It is perhaps the rain I've been waiting all my life...
This is the rain that can nurture my happiness...
I can hear the sweet drops hitting the umbrella's canopy...
I need to accept reality...
I need your rain...
I can't wait to get soaked in your sweetness...
I am closing my umbrella...
For good...

If happiness was a language it would only have one word...
Laughter...
For laughter is the true sound of happiness...
We laugh at things that make us happy...
If even for a moment...
And all those  small happy moments make our days brighter...
I would be happy living in a world where the rain and the wind carry the sound of your laughter...
Then I would just run under the rain or in the blowing wind and get soaked on that beautiful melody...
I wish your days will have lots of laughter...
For I want you to be fluent in the language of happiness...

What a beautiful day this is...
I am seated by a tree...
I can hear the birds chirping...
The wind blowing...
Even fish in the pond are causing a splash...
There are kids running away from their parents...
It is like the whole nature wants to scream out of happiness...
And I am trying to write a poem for you...
But nothing comes to mind...
This whole place feels like a poem...
So then I am a poet immersed in a poem...
I suppose, as far as poetry goes, there could not be anything more beautiful than a poet being immersed in a poem...
I can only think of another sensation as beautiful as this...
And that is seeing my reflection on your eyes...
For your eyes are pure poetry...
So that is the other one instance where this poet was immersed in a poem...
Now I understand why looking at your eyes, in any season, feels like a spring day...

The sun set hours ago...
The stars are here...
Blinking merrily...
For the night is their playground...
The moon just joined...
The crickets are singing...
The birds are chirping together...
One last time before they go quiet for the night...
Even the leaves are dancing to the wind...
It seems it is happy hour time...
Even for this poet...
For my eyes are closing...
And I am hopeful I will see you in my dreams...
Then it will be happy hour even for me...