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...

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...

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..

"What is a poem"

Poems are just whispers in the wind if there is no one to listen to them...
A poem without a reader is like a night without stars...
Like a full moon when no one is looking at her...
A poem is like a galaxy to be discovered...
by a reader who will treasure it in their heart...

"What is poetry"

...poetry comes from the soul
the soul knows no boundaries...
it transcends time and space...
light and darkness...
poetry only exists in the eyes of the reader...
or the senses or the listener...
and the heart of the writer....

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...?

The notes flow from the Sax...
As if chasing the Bass...
Or Dancing to the Piano Keys...
Or flirting with the Clarinet...
It is a riot out there...
A carnival of rhythm and music...
A non-stop celebration...
For Jazz is not a way living...
It is pure art...

I can only think of poetry...
Sonnets...
And sweet words...
I must have been mothered by the moon ...
And fathered by the wind...
For I dream of poems being blown in the wind...
And of verses inspired by the night...
I Have a Dreamy heart...
And a sensitive soul...
I can be as strong as a rock...
Or as frail as an eggshell...
For I am human...
And have hope and fears...
Thoughts and Ideas...
I don't know how to smile...
But I can make you laugh...
The dreams of anyone who reads these lines are more important than mine...
For a poet's only dream is to see everyone's dreams become true...

I live in 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 a ray of hope...
For a better tomorrow...
Can't think of a better world...
A world where there is always hope...
It's world living in...

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...

If happiness was a language it would only have one word...
Laughter...
For laughter is the true sound of happiness...
We laugh at things that make us happy...
If even for a moment...
And all those  small happy moments make our days brighter...
I would be happy living in a world where the rain and the wind carry the sound of your laughter...
Then I would just run under the rain or in the blowing wind and get soaked on that beautiful melody...
I wish your days will have lots of laughter...
For I want you to be fluent in the language of happiness...

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...

You are always smiling.... 
Even though some people don't smile back at you.. 
You are always gifting us with the power of compassion... 
For you are the most compassionate soul I have ever met...
Never stop being who you are...
Never let that beautiful and brave soul of yours change... 
Laugh, Live...
Let your spirit roam free... 
Get all of us intoxicated with the wine of your eyes... 
For your eyes are a true elixir of life... 
Capable of giving happiness to anyone blessed by one of your looks... 
Today I celebrate you... 
That is why I wrote these humble words... 
Never give up...
No matter what... 
It is OK to cry... 
It is OK to be sad... 
For I will feel sad with you and will cry with you... 
No matter how far in time and space you are.. 
But remember... 
There will always be another day... 
And if you cry one day... 
Just make sure to smile and to laugh the next day... 
Life is too short... 
And it is better lived by laughing... 
So go ahead and laugh... 
Even if you think this poem is ****** and laugh at it... 
Then I can say I accomplished my mission to tickle your soul and make you laugh...

My poems must be invisible...
Or silent...
Or maybe the words got scattered by the wind...
I don't know...
I poured my heart and soul writing love poems for a girl I adore...
She didn't say anything...
My only hope is she didn't hear them...
Or she could not read them...
It is been days...
But who knows...
Maybe she will answer some day...
Who am I kidding?...
The poems are not invisible...
I discovered I am invisible to her...
I say this with a tear in my eye...
A tear I can see and feel...
I can't be invisible...
The pain I am feeling is real...

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...

Did you know the wind has colors...
The wind is part of my life...
It is what carries my verses and sonnets across the land...
The wind at night is dark...
White on winter days...
Red at sunset and sunrise..
Green on summer days...
Colorful on fall days...
Gray on cloudy..
No matter the color..
I always have  a reason to be happy...
There is always something to be grateful for...
Something to look forward to...
I must have been a bird in another life...
For I love the wind...
And I wish I could fly...
So instead of letting the wind carry my words and poems....
I could be the one delivering them...
If you hear the wind blowing...
Listen carefully..
There could be a poem for you..
Look at the colors of the wind...

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...

The elevator doors closed after you walked in...
My soul and heart left me and went behind you..
Riding up in the same elevator...
I am walking away in the opposite direction...
While my mind and spirit run back to that elevator..
Hoping to catch up with you..
So it is just me now walking..
Soulless..
Maybe I should go back and stand by that elevator..
The door is bound to open again someday...
And I will wait to see you until then...

Everything reminds me of you...
Raindrops...
Snow flakes...
The wind...
The moon and the stars...
Sunrises...
Sunsets...
The creek...
The birds...
Fall foliage...
Everything...
And you know why...
Because I wish you had been by my side every moment...
I wanted us to enjoy life together...
For any mundane action becomes a sweet moment when you are near...
For the time being I will continue to see the world by myself...
I don't know if we will ever be together...
For now, I just can say I will love you forever...
In silence...
Loving you means wishing the best for you...
I told you once you only need one to fall in love...
That one is me...
But I am not here to judge you...
Just to tell you that I love you...

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....

In the past I would go to bed hoping I would dream of you...
Now I close my eyes hoping I would have forgotten you in the morning...
Who I am kidding?...
I love you like you can't imagine...
Like no man has ever loved a woman...
But I need to stop this torture...
You need just one to fall in love...
And two to be happy...
I am the one...
Who fell in love...
And who is now suffering...
One of my dreams is to get over you...
The other one is to see you happy...
For I love you too much and I want happiness in your eyes...
Quite the paradox...
Isn't it?...
Maybe...
The truth is...
Never try to explain love...
You'll fail at it...
Just love...
No matter what...

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...

How I miss your kisses...
How I miss your wet and sweet lips close to mine...
And our hands together as we laughed and got transported to another dimension when kissing...
Now the only wet is in my eyes...
As tears roll down my cheek...
Who am I kidding?...
I still love you...
But it is time to walk away from you...
I'm not waiting anymore...
If if I keep waiting...
I'll have to swim...
For my tears formed a river now...
And they will soon become a water fall...
In memory of how I fell for you...

I want to write a poetry book just for you...
Where every page can take off in the wind...
And fly like a dove...
While looking for you...
Poetry is born from inspiration...
And follows inspiration...
So it is only natural that a poem inspired by you...
Would fly the world just looking for the sweetness in your eyes...
What could be more beautiful than a poem seeing the eyes that gave life to it...

Happy day today...
I can't say Happy Saturday..or happy Sunday...or  Wednesday...
After seeing your eyes 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 today and everyday...

You asked me if the moon reminds of you...
Yes, the moon reminds me of you...
Its sweet light brings memories of your eyes...
Your warm lips and your soft hands...
The truth is, any light reminds me of you...
For you are the light of my days...
And without that light my heart would be in the darkness...
These lines are for you...
Light of my life...
Owner of my heart...
And beacon of my path...

A Walk in the park...
It is a beautiful afternoon...
The sunset is coming...
The river looks as if it was made of gold and emeralds...
Such are the colors it has...
With the trees reflected and the sun rays..
The Ducks and the Geese feel just at home...
Swimming in the multi color waters...
The flowers bending delicately...
As if following the sunlight...
And allowing the warm breeze to caress their petals...
It is so beautiful...
I could just swear the flowers are smiling to me...
Or whispering...
I am not sure...
Maybe they are asking me to write this message...
For the most beautiful girl out there to read...
Or to tell her to come and visit the park...
The flowers would be happy to see their reflection on those beautiful eyes...
And be greeted by that radiant smile...
I wonder if I am some sort of a flower then...
Your eyes and smile seem to have the same effect on me...

A few weeks ago I thought it was love...
Now I think it is idiocy...
Or are idiocy and love the same thing?...
Maybe they are...
You keep ignoring me...
Like I am a doormat...
And I still keep chasing you...
And dreaming of you...
Well, let's meet half way...
Say it is not love...
Say it is not idiocy...
Let's call it loviocy...
The word does not make sense...
The same way my feelings for you don't make sense either...

It's not snowing anymore...
The snow fall is over...
I am out for a stroll in the park...
I like to see the land covered by a fresh blanket of snow...
It looks peaceful, beautiful and pure...
So much that it reminds of you...
For you, your soul and your eyes are a true expression of beauty and innocence...
It is a bit windy now...
And the wind seems to be whispering your name...
I can clearly hear it...
Or it is my heart that is whispering?
It does not matter...
The truth is I remember your name...
And all of you...
Wherever I go...
If it is not the wind...
It is the river...
If not the river...
The leaves on the trees...
Any whisper just brings to my ears the most beautiful sound there is...
Your name...

I saw the moon...
I saw the sea...
I saw the stars...
I saw all the flowers of the world together...
I felt the sun...
I felt the sky
And all I had to do was look at your eyes...

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...

I saw a rose last night...
Went to sleep thinking of it...
Dreamed of the rose...
And woke up missing her...

To the woman who resembles a rose petal ...
You have my heart...

Even if the days are cloudy...
And gloomy...
I think of your beautiful eyes...
And the sunset becomes beautiful and magical...
A  perfect sunset...
I see one right now...

The sun has not risen yet...
It is dark out there...
The stars are still blinking...
A waning moon is there...
The window was left ajar...
And a soft breeze can be felt...
The leaves are moving...
Birds seem to be singing in the background...
All these are whispers in the dark...
They are a symphony for your delicate ears...
The whole world is singing poetry for you...
I  don't know anymore if daylight starts at sunrise..
Or when you open your sweet  eyes...
And gift the world with its beauty...
Happy Sunday my love....

If I could write music I would probably compose majestic pieces..
Inspired by the spark of your eyes...
For they are an universe of inspiration...
Your smile, so welcoming and sweet...
But Alas, I can not write music...
If I could...
I would be a famous composer....
But I promise to keep writing poetry for you...
Forever...
Even if your heart went after a different composer...

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...

To all poetry readers....
I wish you  a good night...
As always I am hoping  your tomorrow will be happier than today... Being happier than the day before is the secret of life...
Not always doable...
But we have to try...
Sweet dreams...

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...

It is a sunny day...
And a bit hot...
But breezy...
The birds are chirping...
There are two turtles walking towards the pond...
Slowly but surely...
They want to escape from the heat...
The tree branches are dancing to the wind...
The birds and the breeze sound like a melody from heaven...
The grass is green...
I wish I could paint...
This whole scene would have made for a perfect canvas...
I am trying to describe it the best I can...
Maybe this can be a canvas in your mind...
I like to describe what I see...
For the canvas of your eyes to read...
Both your eyes and nature inspire poetry...
Your eyes more than nature...
For your eyes are a universe...
And an endless source of inspiration...
I realized today the world has not enough paper...
For me to fill pages of verses and sonnets inspired by your eyes...
But that's OK...
I will write what I can...
Even if I end up writing tens of poetry books...
They will still not be able to describe how beautiful and sweet your eyes are...

I wish I was an eye in the sky...
So I could follow you every move...
For my heart aches when you are not near...
Even now that your heart belongs to another man...
I would have solace if I could get a glimpse of you...
I suppose I am an eye in the sky...
But it is cloudy so I can not see you...
Perhaps the clouds are in my heart...
And in my soul...
I know you will never look up...
If you did...
Just for one second...
You would see me up there...
Missing your eyes...
And all of you...

I have seen many new years in my life...
And today it is not my birthday...
But I was born again today...
For today is the day I say...
Enough is enough...
I got tired of your cold eyes...
Your indifference...
As if I did not exist...
I gave you my heart...
And you gave it away...
It is fair to say...
You had no obligation to love me...
But at least you could have been respectful of my feelings...
And be honest...
But you weren't...
Well, that's it really...
You will not receive an invitation to my 1st "born again" birthday party in a year from today...
But that is Ok...
You probably would have not even bother to show up if you were invited...
The best gift you could give me, for my new life...
Is staying away from me...
I will for sure stay as far away as I can from you...