I can't say Happy Saturday...
Or happy Sunday...
Or Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes yesterday 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...

And here I am...
On a sunny Friday morning...
Holding on to my  thoughts...
Writing my first poem of the day...
For writing poetry is now part of my identity..
Maybe it has always been...
And I never realized it..
I can not paint...
I can not create sculptures..
But I can create verses and sonnets...
I can paint romance with my words...
I can sculpt  dreams with my poems...
For poetry is as beautiful as any other art...
I admire all types of art...
And enjoy a painting as much as I enjoy a poem..
I will continue to share these words with anyone who wants to read...
I will keep holding on to  dreams and my words forever..

There is magic in the air...
The leaves are moving...
But there is no wind...
The birds are in awe...
The creek is as transparent as ever...
Even though we are at dusk...
I can still see the fish underneath...
The air feels special and mysterious...
I cannot explain what my senses are feeling...
The forest is deserted...
Suddenly I see the silhouette of a woman...
With a long dress...
Walking fast...
Then I realize the leaves move as she walks by… As if following her...
The birds.. stop singing when they see her...
And she has no reflection on the water...
That is when I noticed her silhouette has a trail that comes all the way from the sky...
Like a comet...
She is quite the magical woman...
For she is the stardust that comes to brighten sunsets...
She leaves a trace of brightness and hope behind...
But, my beautiful girl, as magical as she is...
She is not as magical and sweet as you are...
Stardust is no match for the bright of your eyes and the beauty of your smile...
As fast as it came.. the stardust is gone...
The night settles in...
But the magic remains thanks to the deep of your eyes... and the treasure of your smile...

It is overcast tonight...
So I can't see the stars in the sky...
But it does not matter...
For I saw your eyes today...
And your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy...
So clouds or not...
I still got to see the stars today...

Starry night...
It does not matter how many stars are out there..
They can't compete with the brightness of your eyes....
For your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy....
So many stars  tonight...
I can only imagine you are looking at the sky...
I can't think of any other reason for such a starry night....

I like you and respect you...
But I also like and respect myself...
And I love you so much...
But I also need to start loving myself again...
I  let my world completely  rotate around you...
To the point  I even stopped loving myself...
It is time to man up and move on...
I always thought you were a woman worth  going home to...
Maybe you are...
For another man...
Not for me...
Not after the way you treated me...
Not that you had any obligation...
But at least you could have been honest and sincere...
And not play with my feelings...

Like a bird collecting seeds from a feeder...
My inspiration collects ideas from your eyes...
For your eyes are an eternal source of inspiration...
And then inspiration feeds my soul...
So at the end the beauty of your eyes feeds my soul...
Maybe my soul is a bird...
That needs the nurturing of the seeds of inspiration...
To let dreams fly...