Scientists talk about the many forces of the universe...
Gravity, electromagnetic and perhaps more...
I must live in a different universe...
For in my world there are far more important forces...
Kindness, Hope, Resilience...
Those 3 forces combined can create galaxies of peace...
Worlds of understanding and love...
The next time you see a star blinking in the night sky...
Lightyears away...
Perhaps you are receiving a message...
From someone else in the universe of hope...
Nothing can beat the power of hope...
Not even the distance between planets and stars...
And no one can stop kindness and resilience from moving through the universe...
Perhaps kindness, hope and resilience are the light of the universe...
At least the light of this poet's universe...

There will not be a full moon for several days..
It is hard for a poet to create poetry at night when there is no moonlight..
The stars are there...
But somehow the night is not the same when the moonlight is missing..
Romantic hearts like mine rely on the moonlight for dreams and inspiration..
I can try and imagine it...
But it is not the same..
Sometimes memories and past experiences are enough..
Sometimes they're not...
In the end I realize missing something is also a source of inspiration..
For melancholy will cause your heart to yearn..
I suppose that is what being a poet is about..
You can speak your heart when you are happy and when you are sad..
When you laugh and when you cry..
If day is sunny or cloudy..
But that is fine..
For that is exactly what life is for all of us..
Memories, happiness and sorrows..
So in a way all of us are poets..
Just some of us write what we feel..
Some will never write or tell their feelings..
If all of us are poets..
Then life must be a poem...
You, my dear reader, may wonder how a poem about the moon  became a poem about life...
The answer is simple..
Poetry is about both romanticism and reality...
For romantic thoughts would not exist without reality..
Reality inspires poetry...
Which means life could not exist without dreams...
And dreams can become a reality..
For now my dream is to write poetry by moon light..
The poem was about the moonlight after all..
What is your dream...?

I want to write for a woman that inspires poetry...
Verses and sweet words...
A woman who devours my words as soon as they are born from my pen...
And treasures them on her heart...
A woman who looks at my eyes with sweetness and hope...
Someone that is happy to see me...
A woman that wants to hear poetry by sunset...
And who is drunk on love with me...
I was drunk on love with a woman once...
But she was barely willing to drink from my heart...

A windy day...
The flame in the candle follows the wind direction...
As if trying to escape  and run away...
The stronger the wind gets...
The faster the flame moves...
It suddenly gets windier...
But the flame does not seem to give up...
No matter what comes to it...
It stays lit...
That flame represent resilience...
And no matter what life throws at you...
Never let the candle of resilience fade away...
No matter how windy life can be...
Resilience and hope can defeat any wind or storm that comes your way...
Hope and resilience are the path to sunnier days...

If you knew how much I miss you...
I miss you like no man has ever missed a woman...
If you could understand how much I miss you...
Perhaps you would give me another chance...
I suppose I just don't miss you...
I adore you...
And that will never change...
You made up your mind...
And I can't change that...
But I can't change my feelings for you either...
I think saying I miss you...
It's just an excuse...
I'll always love you...
Thank you for brightening my days while we were together...
I blew it...
And for that...
I have no excuse...

Why do I bother writing for you...
You don't even bother to read what I write...
I always saw you as my muse...
But you probably just saw me as your ruse...
I will just write from my heart...
For my heart...
My heart is broken, alone and hurt...
So my heart will write for himself...
I'll let the wind carry the words...
Maybe someone will read...
I know it'll not be you...
So don't bother...
Just ignore them...
Although I don't think I need to tell you that...
You mastered that already...

How I miss telling you that I miss you...
Wonder if it would matter...
Even if I say it...
You would probably miss the words...
The same way you missed them when I said I love you..
Well...
I miss all of you...
But it does not matter now...
After all...
We missed the opportunity to be happy...