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...

I can't imagine a life without sunsets...
For sunsets are peaceful and signal the day is almost done...
And carry hope for tomorrow...
So the sun sets...
But not the hopes for a happier day tomorrow....

I saw many beautiful blue sunsets while in Mars...
And enjoyed many days contemplating the red sky...
As if looking at an eternal sunset...
But I did miss the rain...
For there is no rain in Mars...
I can't live in a world without rain...
Rain is one of my many inspirations...
I need to live in a world where I can go out...
Open my arms..
And get soaked in the rain...
A world where I can close my eyes...
And feel the rain down my face...
It does feel like inspiration falling from the sky...
I want to run by the forest...
And see all leaves on the trees dripping water...
While I hear the birds chirping in the rain...
The flowers bent...
They will stand proud and tall once rain stops...
Rain is magical...
It is a gift from heaven...
Welcome to Earth...
A true magical planet...

I am a space traveler...
I have roamed the galaxy...
Seen many comets and asteroids...
Been to many planets...
Hitched a ride on passing asteroids...
For my dream is travelling all over the milky way...
I am just a sunset seeker...
I just visit planets to see their sunsets...
If it was up to me...
I would live in a world where the sunset lasts all day...
I love earth sunsets...
I am fascinated by their red color...
With a vibrant palette ranging from orange to red...
As if the sky was on fire...
I recently discovered a planet where the sky looks red during daytime...
And the sunsets look pale blue...
So to me the day looks like a complete sunset...
A planet where I can hear my own thoughts...
Welcome to Mars...

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...

I am walking by a park...
I can hear the river caressing the shore...
An old Mill sits between the park and the river....
It is a sunny, but chilly spring day...
I can hear just a bird chirping...
We are just 24 hours short of the month of May being born...
This  park should be bursting with flowers and birds...
Seems spring is afraid to come...
The arctic wind refuses to leave...
It is just a matter of time before  the arctic wind gets defeated...
The same battle will be fought in November...
And by then the arctic wind will prevail...
For the time being I will close my eyes...
And I imagine I am surrounded by birds...
Of all kinds...
Goldfinch, cardinals,  sparrows, robins...
I became one of them...
Just another robin in the flock...
And by instinct I decided to spread my wings and fly away...
I can see the park...
The river...
The mill...
The people...
All from above...
I am a birdie...
And I just got my freedom wings...
I will let the wind be my companion...
I open my eyes...
And I realize I am not a bird after all...
But that does not prevent me from dreaming of being one...
We can imagine freedom anyway we want...
I see freedom through the eyes of a bird...
What could be more beautiful than seeing the world from above?...
While carried by the wind...

Waited for the meteor showers last night...
I wanted to hitch a ride to Jupiter...
For I've always wanted to visit its 79 moons...
Our own moon fascinates me...
And I dream of seeing a world with more than one moon...
But alas, it was cloudy last night...
I could not see the meteors...
And perhaps they did not see me either...
But us dreamers never give up...
So I will wait for the next meteor shower...
On May 4th...
One day I may be able to fulfill my dream...
Of gliding through space in an asteroid...
While marveling at the beauty of our galaxy...
If it never happens...
At least I can dream about it...
I'm a real dreamer...
As I dream of my dreams...
I can't think of a universe without moons...
And I can't think of a world without dreaming of a dream...
Perhaps I am my own planet...
And my dreams are the moons that orbit around it...
For now...
My dear space traveler
I will let you carry on...
For you must be waiting to glide on the meteor that will carry you to your dreams...

I live in a world where musical notes are my company...
A  world where I can glide on a pentagram...
And where musical notes are the rain...
A place where the wind always carries a melody...
And where the birds don't chirp...
But sing...
There are no continents...
But symphonies...
And no rivers but melodies...
This is a place where I can see the music...
This is my world...
A magical place where the sun has a melody of light...
The moon a melody of beauty...
And the stars a heavenly chorus...
This is the only world where you can see the music...
Welcome to my world....

Horizon is what I had lost...
By thinking of you...
And living for you...
And allowing my life to revolve around you...
A moon can not orbit a planet if it is not wanted...
That goes for me also...
I can't allow my life to revolve around a woman who does not care about me...
Your silence...
And your lack of love for me...
Which hurt me a lot...
Were really a blessing in disguise...
For I now finally see the horizon...
A Horizon where I am free...
And without pain...
This may sound ironic...
And maybe even silly...
But thank you for being who you are...
Had you not been truly yourself...
I would have not seen the light...
I would have not understood that chasing you was not worth it...
So... Thank you...
I wish you the best...
For all of us deserve to find our own Horizon...

I want to hug you...
I want my arms around you...
Rubbing your back...
My cheeks close to your cheeks...
To the point where after a few seconds...
Our heads will move and our lips will meet...
For the first time...
We have been waiting so long for this...
The innocent kiss will then became a fury of passion...
And now our tongues became one...
Both of us are moaning now...
I still don't venture to touch you intimately...
But then you take my hand, and guide me under your skirt...
All the way to your cave...
Which is so wet...
It soaked your underwear...
My tree of life is so hard and big,  it's  threatening to explode inside my pants...
We can't wait anymore...
You unzip my pants...
While I remove your underwear...
You are begging me to get in...
But I first want to let my tongue explore your cave...
I rejoice at its juices...
Slowly and deliciously...
And the more I drink the more excited I get...
Then I kiss your lips again so you can get a taste of your own juices...
Then you and I fuse in to just one entity...
Furiously rocking ourselves back and forth...
As if we were a single body...
And right now we are...
And we continue to do so...
Until a mix of sweat and perfume brings all to a ******...
Now that you read this...
Love of my life...
Would you give me a hug...

Us poets tend to float in the air sometimes...
Maybe dreams are lighter than air...
And that causes poets and dreams to get up in the sky...
Maybe the sky is a poet's refuge...
Tonight I seemed to have crossed a new frontier...
For I don't see blue sky and clouds...
But planets, comets and asteroids...
It seems my dreams defied gravity...
And that is how it should be...
Dreams should not know of boundaries or frontiers...
I see Jupiter, Earth, Mars, Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus, Pluto...
All of them rotating around the sun...
Surrounded by an endless flow of asteroids, stardust, comets, with all the stars in the universe as background...
I can't think of a more beautiful place...
I feel like jumping on one planet at a time...
And wait until it rotates around the sun...
To jump on to the next one...
Reminds me of the carousel at the amusement park...
Except here it is not plastic horses but planets...
And there is no carnival music...
Just the sound of the shooting stars and the comets sound as they cross the galaxy...
This is my cosmic carousel...
I hope dear reader you can come here...
I never want to get off this carousel...

A Hummingbird ***** its wings 80 times per second...
They never give up...
Defying wind and the rain...
Even the snow...
They never stop flapping...
For they are always looking for the flower's nectar...
No different from life...
Where we are always flapping against adversity and evil...
Trying to find happiness...
All of us are the hummingbirds of life...

If you soul and heart ever feel down...
Think of 5 happy memories...
Anything that made you laugh and smile...
Then think of 5 things you would like to do in the future...
And repeat...
Nothing Like happy memories of the past and hope for the future to nurture your heart and soul...

It is painful to hear you laughing at other man's voice...
It is painful to see your eyes spark at his...
But I have to admit you look so happy...
And I love you so much...
I  can only wish for him to treat you the way you deserve...
And for both of you to be happy...
Real  love does not know of grudges or hate...
But it can be painful...

Yesterday I woke up to the snow...
Today I woke up to the mountains...
Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to the sea...
But it does not matter what you wake up to...
What's important is what you dream of...
Never stop following your dreams...
Never stop dreaming...
And one day you will have the most beautiful awakening you could dream of...

I'm hugging myself...
As hard as I can...
No matter how much I try...
The clock hands keep moving...
I can't hold back the years...
They are unstoppable...
I can only hope I can hold back the memories...
For even time can cause memories to fade...
And if they ever fade...
Perhaps I will be lucky, only sad memories will vanish...
I want to treasure every happy memory...
I would like to share my happy memories...
To anyone who wants to read or listen...
I can  always tell them to myself...
And hope a passerby will hear them...
He or she may wonder what some random guy in the park is babbling about...
That guy  will probably be babbling about hope and optimism...
For he is as optimistic as anyone can get...
So please, dear reader...
Hug yourself...
And try to keep holding back the years...
Your own years...

At 30000 feet the words seem to float...
As if  suspended in the sky...
The wind scattered all of them..
And they became clouds...
Majestically gracing the horizon...
A real canvas...
Proof that the world is a poem...
We just need to read what we see around us...
In any season there are sonnets and verses surrounding us...
Right now I feel like floating out there...
The lake and the towns look just like drawings in a gigantic poetry book...
Where the blue sky is its cover and the clouds the beautiful verses that brighten my day...
For now i will let my soul play like a child who has received his first toy...
That is one of the secrets of life..
Treat everyday as if you were just a new born...
And look at the world as if you have never seen it before...
Life and the world are far from ideal...
It is up to each one of us to try and live as happy as we can...
Off I go...
I you see a cloud blocking the view of the moon...
That is probably me...
Trying to get more inspiration...

I just saw you...
And the lack of brightness in your eyes confirmed I mean nothing to you...
Perhaps I never did...
It is raining...
And I am walking alone on the street...
A taxi is coming...
I need to go home...
How I wish I could just send my feelings in that taxi...
And ask the driver to take them far away from me...
I guess I can't...
So me, my broken heart and my feelings...
Will get home in that taxi...
I bet that driver never carried such a heavy load in his car...
Such is the load of pain I feel now...

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman eye's are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....

I want the cosmos to be my backyard...
I want to live in a world where I wake up to the moons of Jupiter...
A world where there is no rain...But meteor showers...
A world where the sun is always up...
And the comets are my company...
A world where I can see an eclipse a day...
And where I enjoy Mars blushing to Earth...
A world where galaxies are my neighbors...
And where I can rejoice at the sounds of passing asteroids...
Those sounds would be my music...
This place would be a true cosmic garden...

Like the earth and the moon...
Who gravitate together...
Or like the night and the stars...
Who come and go together...
Or a bird and its shadow...
Flying together...
Or a rose and its petals...
Blooming together...
Or the morning and the mist...
Greeting the sunrise together...
There is no better friendship than that of a  mother and daughter...
A bond stronger than all the gravitational pull...
Or all the stars together...
It is an eternal bond...
All the rose petals together would not be enough to describe that bond...
But that is OK...
Mother and daughter are like a rose and a petal...
So Unique and special...
This is a tribute to two best friends...

My window seemed to have been stuck in snow mode...
For all I could see were snowflakes...
All day long...
Now the window is on night mode...
The moon and stars took over...
They must be brave to be outside on a night this cold...
A night where all I can think of is to contemplate the cheery fireplace...
I'm enjoying the flames dancing to the wind...
After a while I decided to look outside again...
And I see all the snow out there...
It looks bright because of the moonlight...
And I suddenly feel the urge to go outside...
To be company for the moonlight and the snow...
Even if it's cold...
It is still a beautiful view...
I suppose that is one of the secrets of life...
Enjoy and admire all you can see...
So off I go...
I am going Snow dancing...
My hands will be cold when I come back...
So I may not be able to write more today...
Perhaps I will continue tomorrow...
For now I will dance to the music of the wind...
Following the rhythm of the blinking stars...
Life is about dancing at all what makes you happy...

I need to let go...
I need to stop thinking about you...
I need to stop having hope...
I always believed hope could nurture my soul and my happiness...
Now the same hope is causing me sadness...
For I keep waiting for you to give me a hint you need me...
I'm sure it will not happen...
You don't need me...
Maybe you never did...
And I am starting to believe you even despise me...
So now I just hope my hopes for you will vanish...
It will take time...
And I will shed a few tears in the process...
But this is not worth it...
So I hope I can get over you...

If you ever ask me if I still have feelings for you...
I may need to wear my sunglasses...
For my eyes can't lie...
My eyes are dry...
Maybe I have cried too much...
But they have not lost their brightness...
Brightness they got the very first time they looked at your own very eyes...
And that perhaps they will never lose...
As I will love you for an eternity...
Even if you don't...
So if next time you see me...
You wonder why I am wearing sunglasses at night...
Now you know why...
Who knows...
You may be able to see through them...

The room is dark...
I can not see my own hands...
I randomly hit the piano keys...
The notes don't make sense...
It does not matter if I keep my eyes open...
For the room is pitch dark...
And it does not matter if my fingers play in disarray...
The sound just lights up the room...
I discovered darkness is no match for music and poetry...
Any evening can become magical if music and poetry are by your side...
How these words can flow when I can not see anything is a mystery...
Which I don't intend to uncover...
I will just keep the company of my piano in the dark...

Was really scared when I lost your love...
For I didn't know what would be of my life...
So I held on to the memory of your eyes...
Your kisses....
Your voice...
I'm scared again...
It's being so long since last time I saw you...
Or heard your voice...
And I still love you...
You can't imagine how much...
Those memories are now vanishing...
And once they're gone...
Won't have anything to remember you by...
At that point I will have to question whether your presence in my life was just a dream...
And perhaps I am now scared of waking up...
And find out I'm alone...

You must be light...
And I must be darkness...
For we're never together...
I disappear whenever you come...
And I come back as soon as you leave...
We are perhaps separated by a millisecond...
But we will never be together...
And I never get to see you...
No matter how hard I try...
I am destined to appear only when you go away...
And I don't seem to be able to stop chasing you...
Even if I want to...
For we always go to the same places...
But my destiny is to get there just after you leave...
And maybe I am too shy...
If you come back to the same place you were before...
I leave before you can see me...
I live by night...
You live by day...
We are on different worlds...
Why I fell in love with you is a mystery...
A mystery as dark as the world that surrounds me...
For I am the eternal darkness...
And you my eternal light...
It is a good thing it is so dark here...
For I  don't want anyone to see me crying...

I wanted to write a poem for you...
But words won't flow...
Your silence speaks for yourself...
And I suppose I don't know how to reply to silence...
So I will just leave it here...
An empty...
Senseless poem...
I still love you...
But I give up...
All I can do is wish for your happiness...
Whatever you do...
Wherever you go...
Your happiness is my happiness...
Your sorrows are my sorrows...
And your silence...
Is your answer...

spring will be here soon
flowers birds and sun will join
A true carnival

Not much of a poem today I suppose.....
Not all words can be poems...
I wish they were...
But I do think any words can become the sweetest poem, when your eyes read them..
For your eyes are magical and have the meaning of forever...
And any word would like to be reflected on those eyes for an eternity...
Let your eyes make all of us a poem...

My day started with hope...
Hoping I would at least talk to you...
But your silence speaks volumes...
Why do I still have feelings for you...
I can't explain it...
The day is now over...
Time for healing...
Feeling...
Healing...
Both words have 7 characters each...
But their meanings are so different...
From Feeling to Healing...
My long path to recovery begins...

I live on planet poetry...
A world where continents are replaced by words and dreams...
A planet where time and space don't exist...
A place where the sea is made out of sonnets...
And where the rain carries the sweet sound of verses...
A universe where the moon and the stars dance to the wind...
A galaxy where the sunrise is an ode to happiness...
And the sunset is a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's worth  living in it...
It is easy to get inspired when breathing the atmosphere of the poetry planet...

I'm always begging you...
Begging you to talk to me...
Imploring you to acknowledge me...
To the point I make a fool of myself...
Today I'm begging again...
Except this time I'm begging to myself...
I'm begging myself to stop being a fool...
And to stop this nonsense...
This is not worth it...
Neither are you...

It is minus 40 degrees today...
I still ventured to go outside...
I was crying inside the house...
Now I am crying outside...
It is so cold...
My tears froze right away...
My heart was already frozen since before I left the house...
You are so cold...
You have the power to freeze anything that gets close to you...
And I still love you...
I still can't understand why I still have hopes of you loving me...
Maybe my brain is also frozen...

And I open my eyes...
And spread my arms...
Looking at heaven...
As if waiting for a miracle...
Waiting for you to call me...
Or to tell me that you need me...
I know it will not happen...
And I know I will lose hope at some point...
For now I just keep waiting on a miracle...

The word love has 4 letters...
The word hopes has 5...
The word Dreams has 6...
That's 15 letters...
Those words are so beautiful...
They used to reflect how I felt about you...
Now I feel sad...
Hurt...
Confused...
Those 3 words combined also have 15 characters...
And coincidentally enough...
You only talked to me for 15 min last time I saw you...
What does 15 mean...
I hope it does not mean 15 years to forget you...
And coincidentally enough, this poem has 15 lines...

I'm hoPPing you will have sweet dreams tonight...
My big ears will be alert all night...
So if bigfoot is to come...
I will for sure let him know...
That he can not, the ground stomp...
For the rose petal is not to be disturbed...
If bigfoot wants to be loud...
Then to the forest he must go...
For the rose petal is dreaming of the stars and the moon...
Or..as kiddie bunnies like to say... the boon...
The bunny poet says goodbye...
I will be on guard all night...
And if needed... Bigfoot I might fight...
For the rose petal's sleep must last all night...
For now...Bunnflix I might watch...
My choice for tonight....
"James Bunnd"...

I thought she was a poem...
I thought she was different...
How wrong I was...
Love is blind...
And deaf...
Even though she inspired many poems...
She is not a poem...
Not even a verse...
Still...
I wish her the best...
For I still want to see her happy...

Legend says meteor showers started when a comet travelling
through the galaxy got close to a planet called earth...
The comet had travelled for many light years through the
universe...
Orbiting planets aimlessly...
For that is a comet's destiny....
When he got close to planet earth..
He saw the sweetest and warmest light he had ever seen...
Not even Andromeda and the milky way combined could
produce such a warm , welcoming light....
The comet could not stop...
For gravity and physics don't understand feelings...
So he kept on travelling for hundreds of millions of miles...
But he never forgot the sweetest light in the universe...
For feelings don't understand physics and gravity...
So, he asked all his comet friends to circle earth once in a
while...
So all of them could get a glimpse of that light...
And carry a message of happiness all over the universe...
Legend says the light comes from the eyes of a beautiful girl...
Who adores looking at the moon and the stars...
No one knows her name..
And it does not matter...
For her eyes and soul are pure and clear...
Perhaps her name is clear..,
This, my dear readers... is the story of the meteor showers
origin...

Legend has it that Mars and Earth were once a single planet...
Born when the universe was created...
Gravity and the universe did their part...
And the two inseparable friends grew apart...
Moving fast and erratically throughout the universe...
They did not see each other for millions of years...
And they had lost hope of seeing each other again...
Nature acts in mysterious ways...
The same nature that separated them...
Brought them together again once the solar system was created...
Mars was so happy to see Earth again...
He carved a moon out of his own mountains...
And sent it to orbit the Earth...
So that the Earth would not feel alone...
No one knows if this legend is true or not...
The truth is that today I am sending you this poem...
In the same way that the legend tells that Mars sent a Moon to Earth...
Because poetry is in itself a universe...
Where each poem is a World...

I must be a clock...
For I wish for your happiness 60 times a minute...
Which is the same number of times my heart beats...
So my heart beats because of you...
We're not together...
Perhaps never will...
But I can only ask for life to treat you like the princess you are...
I wake up everyday wishing for the day to be better for you than the day before...
And that will never change...
It will only change when my heart stops beating...
And at that point...
I will continue loving you from heaven...
Time is eternal...
So is my love for you...

I have nothing to sell...
I have no money to buy either...
For my only possessions are my words, my thoughts and my feelings...
Maybe I will stand by the shopping plaza...
With a sign that says 'poems on sale.. buy one get two'...
Or 'For every three poems... a free sonnet'...
Perhaps '2021 poems at 2020 prices'...
The reality is no one would pay for them...
So I will give them for free...
For a poet, everyday is boxing day...
As we live to share our dreams and ideas...

I write for you everyday...
I miss you everyday...
I blow kisses in the wind for you everyday...
I regret losing you...everyday...
And I will love you everyday...
For as long as I live...
And maybe a bit longer...
And everyday I wake up hoping you would have changed your mind...

You don't know it...
Perhaps you don't even realize it...
But you really brighten my days...
My days are not the same when I don't see you...
Or don't hear your voice...
You make me smile again...