Everything has a beginning and an end...
We can't tell if a beginning is the continuation of an end...
Or if an end is the result of more than one beginning...
Life is an intricated maze...
Having only one entrance and one exit...
A maze with so many events and outcomes...
Countless ends and beginnings...
That is impossible to describe...
Sometimes we just can't understand life...
Maybe is all in the hands of destiny...
Destiny is just a knot connecting events and outcomes...
And interlacing all those ends and beginnings...

Neptune...
The most distant major planet orbiting our Sun...
It is dark, cold...
Battered by supersonic winds...
Perhaps nothing to see...
Still...
Sometimes poetry is about being alone with your own thougts...
Even if at a remote and isolated location...
It gives a poet the chance to look inside his or her own soul...
And get inspiration from happy moments of the past...
Or from nice and sweet thoughts of hopes for a happy future...
This poet has many nice memories of the past...
And also an endless supply of hope for a happier future...
So my dear reader...
Off I go to Neptune...
On a Wednesday morning...
That is Wedtune in my calendar...

Our earth moon has inspired many of my poems....
Jupiter has 79 moons...
Imagine all the sonnets all those moons could inspire...
Moons of different colors...
Io.. with volcanoes, red and yellow colors...
Ganymede... gray like our earth moon...
Europa... with red and brown stripes...
and 76 more moons...
Plus the beautiful rings that endlessly orbit Jupiter...
I could think of myself as Jupiter...
And the moons around it...
Would be the many poems I could write in just one day there...
I would visit Jupiter next Tuesday if I could...
That would be Tuepiter in my calendar...
Inspiration and imagination are a universe that does not know of boundaries...
Or calendars...

I wish all days were Moondays...
For I get mesmerized by the moon and the stars...
So I would be happy living in a world where the night sky was always clear...
And the moon and the stars my company and refuge for the night...
Imagine how many sonnets I could write...
As many as the stars in the universe...
For the stars and the moon are an endless source of inspiration...
I will keep dreaming of that world...
A world where all 7 days of the week are called the same...
Moonday...

I walk by night..
I fly by day...
For I am a dreamer...
A romantic at heart...
I can see beauty in the dark..
And kindness in the storm...
I  hear sonnets in the wind..
And see poems in the stars...
Have the moon as a friend...
And the forest and the creek as my confidants...
I am willing to listen to the rain...
And dance to the snow...
I love life...
It does not matter if the sky is  gray or blue...
I always smile...
And my eyes  shine when someone read these lines..
Maybe I am too idealistic...
But life is too beautiful  and too short..
So I chose to live as happy as I can...

Partying is about letting your soul get loose...
It's about your spirit leaving your body...
So both can follow the music...
And dance together....
Life is no party...
But it can be better enjoyed if you see it through the eyes of the music...
Even if your eyes are closed when you dance...

It is a happy day every time I see the sky...
Wheter sunny or cloudy...
Rainy or snowy...
Windy or not...
Clear night or not...
With or without moon or stars...
Whether I get to see flowers or hear birds chirping...
It does not matter...
Any day where I can feel, hear and see the world around me...
Is a happy day...