I like to think every day brings a new beginning...
A chance to smile and be happy...
No matter what happened the day before...
I do this by thinking I am a caterpillar at night...
And everyday at dawn I become a Butterfly...
With wings...
To be able to go anywhere...
Soar  above the ground...
Be free...
Hop from flower to flower...
And rejoice at the trees...
The rain and the wind...
We humans can not hop from flower to flower...
But we can enjoy life in small moments...
I find happiness in the small things...
I say hi to the flowers...
I greet the trees and the birds...
I love looking at the sky...
The clouds...
Maybe I am truly a butterfly...
Who knows...
Let happiness , hope and optimism run your life...
Let your soul be a butterfly...
Maybe I will see you enjoying the flower nectar in the park someday...

Legend says Aladdin rubbed a magic lamp to get the genie out...
My soul must then be an old magic lamp...
For when it  gets rubbed by what my eyes see and my heart feels...
It starts blowing poems and sonnets in the wind...
Like a magic carpet the wind takes my poetry all over the place...
For anyone who likes romanticism, passion and dreams...
The world is magic...
It is there for you to see and enjoy...
I am sure all of us have a genie inside...
Let him or her out...
Enjoy life...
I  love life and see it as a wonderful, magical fantasy that I never want it to end...

A rainbow can not exist without sunshine and rain...
And you are both...
For you bring sunshine when you are around...
Even on the gloomiest days...
And the melody of your voice and your laughter are  like the rain that nurtures the land...
Or in my case... my soul...
Maybe that is why your eyes are a complete rainbow...
And why I see colors and confetti whenever you're near...

I just can't stop loving you...
That line says it all...
No need for a long poem...
I will never, ever, stop loving you...
This is not even a poem...
It's just the truth...

I had a dream last night...
I dreamed I was inside a violin...
I was just a speck of dust....
So the place looked cavernous and majestic...
Like a theater...
And I was the only spectator...
I witnessed the birth of musical notes...
The notes got together and  danced to the wind and the rhythm of the violin's bow...
And caressed the violin's strings...
Becoming a majestic melody...
I wish the notes would have taken me with them...
So I could have flown through the air...
And in to the soul of anyone who listened to the melody...
I woke up when the music ended...
More than a dream...
It was a symphony...

The space traveler crossed 3 galaxies...
Many universes...
Hundreds of planets...
Defying physics and speed of light...
For he was eager to find the source of a sweet light he saw from a source tens of light years away...
He finally found where light was coming from...
From a remote planet in the milky way...
Inhabitants refer to it as "Earth"...
Now the space traveler does not want to leave this planet...
The sweetness comes from the eyes of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen...
And the space traveler decided he does not want to wait anymore light years to see the light again...

It is a clear, windy night...
My window is ajar...
The candle is barely lit...
The strong wind is threatening its very existence...
But I can't close the window...
For I want to send my sonnets...
They keep bouncing back...
As if the window was the net of an infinite tennis court...
And my sonnets and verses the ball that carries a message...
I am not giving up...
The stronger the wind, the more verses I write...
A strong wind is no match for the heart of a poet...
My pen will keep defying the elements...
If your eyes are about to close...
And you suddenly hear  the words "good night" whispered in your ear...
It means I was able to defeat the wind...
That was the match point...

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...

I come from a far away civilization...
And I have travelled so far and for so long in space, I can't even remember the name of my own planet...
This voyage was supposed to be just an attempt to find out other worlds out there...
Earth was supposed to be just one of the planets on my long journey...
I never intended for my stop here to last more than a few days...
Especially because I discovered I could not properly breath in this atmosphere...
Until I met you...
Then my plans changed...
I don't want to leave earth...
I don't care what else is there in the universe...
All I care for in the universe is here...
And I also discovered I can breathe the air surrounding you...
Just a puff from the air around you can sustain me for days...
The same way the memories of his muse allow a poet to write for years to come...

With the moon as our witness...
Holding your hand...
And melting at your eyes...
I give you this rose...
A humble token of my admiration for you....

The sunset melted my heart...
The sunrise melted my spirit...
Cool morning weather wakes up my senses...
And reminds me there will be another sunset...
And another sunrise...
For they are eternal...
But to me...
They are like something new every time I see them...
I get in awe...
As if I had never seen them before...
For now will let the cool morning weather be my company...
No matter where I go...
I'm bound to meet the sunset later today...
And the sunrise tomorrow...

So now I know why Mars is red...
It blushed when it saw the most beautiful star our there...
And her sweet eyes...
As for Jupiter...
It just melted when it saw those eyes...
The planet started to spin out of pure happiness...
It spun so fast...
It developed rings around its equator...
This proves sweetness brings happiness...
And I have to agree with Jupiter...
For I just can't describe the feeling of happiness when I look at your eyes...
If you see me spinning next time I see you...
You know what it means...
By the way...
My feelings for you are so big...
They will probably won't fit in this galaxy...
I love you S... I really do...

I would be happy living in a world where the rain carries the sound of your laughter...
Then I could run outside when it is raining and get soaked on that sweet melody...
It is raining tonight...
I wish I was a raindrop...
So I could fall close to you...
And see your eyes tonight...
For now I will just go for a walk...
And write poetry for you...
Under the rain...

You stomped on my heart...
You had no mercy...
Always making me believe you had feelings for me...
Now I feel used...
It is a mystery...
Why do I keep caring about you...
After the way you treated me...
Maybe I'm still in love...
I will never stomp on your heart...
But I will not allow you to stomp on mine any more...
This is the last sentence I ever write for you...
You will probably never read it...
Is all the same...
All these years I have been writing to the wind...
What a funny feeling...
I love you...
But I don't respect 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...

And it finally dawned on me...
Even before my eyes opened for the day...
My heart woke up knowing that I love you...
It is a conflicting feeling...
Knowing that I love you...
But at the same time...
Knowing that you don't...
That is my true awakening...
And now I feel like living a nightmare during daytime...

I want to write a poetry book where each page becomes a dove...
And takes flight with the wind...
To a poet inspiration and imagination are the same...
So I imagine pages flying in the universe of inspiration...
Looking for a poem that will become their eternal companion...
To  an empty piece of paper, a poem is an unknown friend...
Because there can be no stronger friendship than the one between an empty page and a poem...
Once they meet they take flight...
And will stay together for an eternity...
Leaving their message everywhere they go...
If you suddenly feel the sound of book pages being flipped by the wind...
And the whisper of verses and sonnets in your ears...
It is because a poem has just been born...

From the bottom of my heart...
And with a tear rolling down my cheek...
I once more tell you I love you...
I know your heart already chose someone else...
It is hard for me to accept it...
But I love you so much...
And all I want is your happiness...
That I will be happy if you are happy...
Your happiness is my treasure...
The spark of your eyes a gift for my senses...
And the radiance of your smile a memory for an eternity...
This is where I say goodbye...
Tears are now on both cheeks...
If he loves you just 1/100th of what I love you...
You will be really happy...
For he will kiss the floor where you walk...
Imagine now how much I love you...
The sun is out now...
It is a new day...
Go and enjoy your new found love...
I hope he will really treasure you...
You are a woman worth going home to...
Once more...
From the bottom of my heart...
I love you...
I'll always miss you...
And I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if you are holding someone else's hand...
Good bye...
I will never forget you...
Even if perhaps you already forgot me...

It was a chilly Evening..
The land cold and white...
Full of snow...
The presence of two beautiful sparks brought light and happiness to my day...
For I saw your beautiful eyes...
Your eyes make any gloomy day a happy day..
And any sunny day a complete festival....

Only one of us fell in love...
You need two to be happy...
But sadly... just one to fall in love...
I have enough love for both of us...
But if you don't even bother to receive it...
I of course can not even expect you to return it...
And you don't have to...
For my love is unconditional...
Perhaps eternal...
But not foolish enough to remain by your side...
I seem to have more company from my pain and my sorrows...
Than I do from you...
So I am leaving now...
I rather be by myself than withsome one who does not care about me...
So I leave the same way I got here...
Alone...
The only difference is...
I am now in love with you...
It seems only one of us is an idiot...
And that is Me...

I wrote this poem with a tear in my eyes...
One of sadness, because today you left us...
And another one of joy...
Because we spent unforgettable moments when we were young...
And each memory of our youth brings me a smile...
I was very privileged to meet you...
You had a powerful will to live and fought disease until the last moment...
You were a true example...
I don't know what else to say, I have no words now and the tear which I had when I began to write became now an unstoppable cry...
I won't see you anymore... Not in this world...
But we will be friends for an eternity...
I can't say goodbye to you...
Just see you later...
Because at some point in eternity we will meet again...
And we'll talk again about all the things we talked about when we were 15 years old...
Your friend forever...

A day has 1440 minutes...
And I always said a minute of your voice would make me happy for a week...
But I never thought the day would come when you would just talk to me for 7 minutes...
And that after I pretty much begged you to let me call you...
Those 7 minutes showed me what I really mean to you...
I keep thinking of you for 1440 minutes a day...
I just don't know why...
I think the clock on my wall cares more about me than you do...

I want to cry...
But I can't...
My eyes are dry...
Perhaps I cried too much for you...
But my soul...
My soul is a complete waterfall now...
If you could see it...
You would be surprised at how much a soul can cry...
What a paradox..
My soul is crying...
But I still love you...
Perhaps that is why it is crying...

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...

What you see on remembrance day morning if you are walking in the park...
A blue jay..
A semi frozen creek...
A gray sky..
And all the leafs gone..
It is so peaceful and quiet...
It makes you think of the people that suffered through the wars...
I can't even imagine the horrors they would have gone through...
All the sacrifices they had to make...
I just can say they have all my respect and admiration...
There would not be words or speeches that would be enough to pay tribute to those men an women..
So I will just stay here in silence, almost with a tear in my eye...
saying thank you...
lets we forget...
The world today is a convoluted place...
And sadly some things have not changed...
Conflict seems to be part of human nature...
Let's hope someday there will be no wars anywhere...

Every wall calendar has comments on days that are either a holiday or a special occasion...
Mine has 'valentine day' written on all 365 days of the year...
And I suppose that is right...
For everyday should be a celebration of the people in our life...
For they make our days brighter and sweeter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

I was writing poetry on a piece of paper...
By candlelight...
The candle's flame extinguished itself...
The room became pitch dark...
After I lit the candle again...
I discovered the paper was blank...
As if the words had fled...
The poem was being written for you...
So perhaps the words and sonnets will reach your senses...
It happened so fast...
It was a poem of encouragement...
And admiration...
For you felt exhausted today...
But you never give up...
And that is why perhaps the poem went after you...
A poem about encouragement and resilience can for sure learn from you...
So the poem became the student...
As you are the role model for resilience and hard work...
I know the poem will be happy around you...
My paper is blank now...
Perhaps the words will come back someday...
If they do...
I will be happy and honored to hear and read about their adventures in your land...
I'm sure they will have a story to tell...
For life, resilience and hard work always go together...
This poet has no more stories tonight...
But he hopes this bedtime poem will bring you some happiness...
Or at least a smile...
Good night the poet says...
Until our words meet again...

I would blow a kiss in the wind...
But the moon may think it is for her...  
For the moon is jealous of the beauty of your eyes...
So I will just blow it by sunrise...
My kisses are only for you...
Even if they never reach your lips...
That is how much I love you...

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...

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...

I carry a foldable chair wherever I go...
I found everything around me inspires poetry...
And the chair is not because I get tired...
No, it is just that I love life...
And everything around me...
And I lose my breath just by admiring my surroundings...
So if you see someone in a park...
With a pencil in hand...
A piece of paper...
Seated on a foldable chair...
And looking at the world as if it was the first time he is seeing it...
That is me...
Trying to describe the world through verses and sonnets...

Here I am by the forest..
The air is clean and crisp...
The sun is bathing the trees and the leaves...
The wind seems  playful this morning...
Caressing everything on its path...
A few of the leaves can not hold on to the branches...
And they just rejoin the land...
The same land where they were born...
Some are taken by the creek...
And they start a journey to a new destination...
They rotate on the creek...
As if waving goodbye...
What a beautiful display...
I don't want to leave...
The wind picks up speed...
And a flock of leaves falls over me...
As if nature wants to give me a shower...
Two little birdies start chirping...
I don't know if they are making fun of me...
Or just want to be part of the beautiful play nature is putting for me this morning...
One way or the other...
It does not matter..
For I love this forest...
All its sounds and sights...
And I am now thinking each leaf falling over me carries a good wish...
I hope the creek and the wind bring all those good wishes to you...
Perhaps the first wish they have is for you to come to visit one day and say hi...
Their second wish is for you to have a good night...
I wish I could continue to write...
But the sound of the creek is like a lullaby for my soul and senses...
So off I go...
To carry on with my day...
For I am a dreamer...
A small chipmunk is here now...
Seems she came to wish a good day also...
She just left...
Time for this dreamer to keep going also...

Is there a parade today?...
Why do I see confetti all over the road?...
The wind seems to bring a happy mood...
It is contagious...
The air is warm...
It feels like a carnival...
Maybe the confetti is in my soul...
I can feel it...
My soul feels like a carnival of happiness...
Every time you are near...

So it is over after nine years...
I tried...
You tried...
It just didn't work...
I would not hesitate to go back in time if I could...
And meet you again in 2012...
Even if things were going to turn out the same way again...
That goes to  say you brought sunshine, hope and happiness to my days
You still do...
Nine years by your side...
And the pain will last for an eternity...
So will be the memories...

I want to walk ahead of you...
Throwing rose petals and carnations on your path...
For I want you to walk on flowers...
Barefoot...
Can't think of a more beautiful image than seeing your eyes and your smile...
And hearing your laughter as you run...
Carefree and happy...
I would not be able to distinguish you from all the flowers...
For you are a rose petal yourself...
Do you still doubt I love you?...
I just think of you and the romantic feelings just flow...

Messages are words that we write when we want to say hi to someone...
But we don't get to do it in person...
Or not even over the phone...
I like writing as I imagine I am having a nice conversation with a person...
Makes my lonely days more bearable...
If I see a ray of sunshine through the window...
It perhaps means someone is reading the message...
Oh, I just saw the sunshine through the window...
To whoever is reading the message...
Good morning...
How are you...
Would you like to chat for a bit?...

I have two hands...
But perhaps I will never get to touch you again...
And two eyes...
But I am sure I will never see you again...
My two lips will never kiss yours anymore...
My two arms will never get to hold you again...
My only hope is for my two ears to hear your voice again one day...
Even if just for two seconds...
Lots of twos...
I had just one dream...
Which was to make you happy...
For I wanted the two of us to become one...
But I failed you...
You are my only true love...
And The only woman I could ever love...

I just realized you only need one to fall in love...
It would have been a dream if the two of us were in love with each other...
But I don't think you ever loved me...
I don't have any regrets...
I did what my heart wanted...
Love you like no man has ever loved a woman...
And being madly in love means not expecting anything in return...
We were not meant to be together...
But I love you so much that I can honestly say...
My happiness will consist of seeing your eyes...
Hearing your laughter...
And melting at the sight of your smile...
Even if I  one day I see you holding another man's hand...
Even if I see you once more in my life...
That's all I need...
Good bye my eternal love...
It is windy outside...
Really windy...
That is a blessing...
As the wind will dry my tears...

Imagine you living in a world up there in the clouds...
All upside down...
A world where the earth is the sky...
A world where you see the snow rising towards the earth...
As well as the rain...
A world where you see flowers hanging from the sky...
A world where the oceans and the rivers seem to attract water from the clouds...
A world where you can enjoy seasons from above...
And you always wake up with a different sky...
With the mountains and the cities hanging from the sky...
For the clouds are transported by the wind...
Such a world exists...
In my mind and my heart...
And such a world would be paradise...
If your eyes were there to enjoy it with me...
For now I will continue looking from window...
Enjoying  the snow rise..
And hoping your eyes up there are looking at my cloud...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
And my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in the case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

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 have no friends...
I have no enemies...
For I walk in the path of solitude...
I am myself perpahs the only friend I have...
And I am my worst enemy...
I don't know anymore if I chose this path myself...
Or if life sent me on it...
It does not matter, really...
Life is to be lived...
Regardless on which path you walk on...
And whether you laugh or cry...
Although I already forgot how laughter sounds...
I just hope someone will read these lines...
It will give my soul some much needed companionship...