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....

I can't fall asleep...
I am still thinking of your eyes...
I am just drunk on their sweetness...
So I'm wide awake...
Perhaps I don't want to fall asleep...
If I do fall asleep...
I hope I can dream of you and your eyes...
This is a true paradox...
What is sweeter...
The memory of your eyes when I'm awake?...
Or dreaming of them?...
Or both?...
For now I just hope to see you soon...

I was always told there are three dimensions out there...
Height, width and depth...
Einstein said there is a fourth one... time...
I say there is a fifth dimension...
The Dimension of happiness...
For whenever I see your eyes...
Or hear your voice...
I feel transported to another dimension...
A dimension where I want time to stop...
And where no matter how high, wide or deep the space...
It is not large enough to contain my happiness...

I am walking outside on a clear, chilly night...
Your eyes and your smile are all I can think of...
The stars seem to be thinking of you also...
For their light tonight is brighter and warmer than normal...
And as soon as I whisper your name...
They blink merrily and happily...
They like the sound of your name...
So do I...
It is a sweet melody to my ears...
The stars and I will make a toast...
A toast to your eyes, your smile and your kindness...
I don't have a glass of wine...
But it does not matter...
I will toast with my heart...
Cheers beautiful...

The calendar says you are a day older than yesterday...
I don't think that is true...
After all...
Calendars are just a piece of paper on the wall...
And calendars do not know anything about us humans...
You actually look younger than when I met you 11 years ago...
And that is because sweetness and resilience make people younger...
People who are always kind and always smile will never get old...
In fact, your smile will always look like that one of a teenager...
Wide and special, lighting up any room...
And your eyes will always be sweet and bright...
As if you were a 5 year old girl...
Mesmerized at the moon and the sky...
This is not a poem about calendars...
It is about you...
The only rose petal that will never age...
It just gets younger and younger...

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...

I gave you my heart...
And you gave it away...
Did I really lost your heart?...
Now I believe I never had it...
Now I need to win my life back...
I now realize all these years I have been living on one heart only...
It will no be different now...
Except at least now I know I'm on my own...
And it feels as painful as not having a heart at all...

My favorite moon is the crescent moon...
For it looks as if the moon was smiling...
Or as if there was a smile high up in the sky...
The bright light of the crescent moon reminds me of your beautiful eyes...
And its shape reminds of your smile...
The truth is...
Even if there was no moon I would still remember your eyes and smile...
For they are eternal...
Like the moon phases...
I will sit by the big tree in the park...
I will enjoy the view of the crescent moon tonight...
It is  bound to be replaced by a new moon in a few days...
Followed by a quarter moon and then a full moon....
I enjoy the moon phases as much as I
enjoy your company, your smile, and the bright of your eyes...
Perhaps you are my moon...

It was a chilly day today...
Your backyard felt warm and inviting...
And it was not the fire pit...
It was the warmth of your eyes and your company...
Your eyes are the fire pit that warms my heart...
And your company the fire for my soul...
I just don't like you...
I adore you...

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 we love and care for...
Life has to be a celebration of people..
Specially the ones that make our life sweeter..
And brighter...
Happy valentines day..
Today and everyday...

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..

This is the one day when we wake up in Winter but will go to sleep in spring...
I really don't care about seasons...
For you are my spring...
And you are still my reason to live...
Even though we are not together anymore...
Come to think of it...
Four years ago I kissed you for the first time the day spring arrived...
Four years passed by...
I lost your love...
But it seems everyday that goes by I love you more...
Happy spring... my eternal spring...
I can only wish you happiness...
For I love you too much and want the best for you...
I want each one of your days to be a spring day...
For you deserve all the happiness in the world...
And a bit more...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...
My days are a complete winter...
But it does not matter...
As long as you find happiness I will find some solace...

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...

It was a bit of a rainy evening...
A cloudy sky...
With just a few spots of blue...
There was still some sunshine in the background...
With all the roofs bathed by sunlight...
The flowers dancing to the wind...
The trees moving their branches as if waving goodbye to the day and hello to the night...
Two birds flying against the sunlight...
Two children running from the rain...
Or perhaps chasing an unleashed dog running ahead of them...
A woman seated by a window, across the street...
The whole scene would have made for a perfect painting...
A great canvas...
I can't paint...
But it does not matter...
I can describe...
And I can remember all landscapes and beautiful images I have seen...
From a mountain flanked by red flowers...
To a river and a water fall...
To the universe of your eyes...
Life is about enjoying the moments that make us happy...
Remembering all those beautiful images brings a smile to my face...
For now I will think of the moon...
And your eyes...
Either one would also be a beautiful Canvas...
Always try to picture the colors in your day...
And you will discover life is a Canvas...
Sometimes sunny...
Sometimes cloudy...
But still a Canvas...
Good night...

I want to melt inside you...
Your skin, your kisses and your womanhood drive me crazy...
All I want is to cover each part of your body with my kisses...
And then let my mouth get drunk in the essence and fragrance of your wet cave...
I want us to be fused by love and passion...
Until we are covered in sweat...
I want your perfume to invade my skin...
As our bodies friction against each other...
And as passion takes our breath and words away...
I want to get to the point where all our vocabulary is replaced by short monosyllables...
Ah... ah... ah
And the occasional I love you...
For nothing would make me happier than us saying I love you to each other...
As our bodies move rhythmically and frantically...
I always melt when I see you...
But at this point I would just melt inside you...

Photos are a way to freeze a moment...
So anyone can see what was going on...
People can even make a video...
But nothing replaces a happy memory...
No matter how many photos you take...
Or how many videos are made...
Nothing replaces a happy memory...
Photos may fade...
Videos may get deleted, or forgotten...
A happy memory will last for an eternity...
Let the camera of your soul treasure all your happy memories...
Those are the photos to keep in the album of your heart...

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...

How can I not get seduced by the red fiery sky...
It is as if the sunrise was hiding behind the night...
And it decides to flirt with my senses every morning...
it is so inspiring and inviting...
As if it was telling me to seize the day...
And I try to chase it...
but it just goes away...
Giving way to sunlight...
It is like trying to capture water in my hands...
No matter how hard I try...
It just goes away...
Another reason to have hope and wait for the next day...
There will always be a sunrise to chase...
There will always be a reason to wake up...
There will always be a better tomorrow...

The Easter poet goes away...
His rabbit costume for a year he will not wear...
If you want to see him before that...
A carrot in your backyard you must hide...
Although if flowers you have...
He may even show up...
For his body nurtures of carrots...
And his soul of flowers for inspiration...
Even if through the window you peek...
A treat poem for you he may leave...

Your hand is the only hand I want to hold...
Together we can conquer the universe...
I don't know if you will let me hold your hand...
I just have to tell you...
If you do...
Be advised...
I will never, ever, let you go...
For the first time in my life I understand what asking for someone's hand in marriage means...
I'm afraid the only thing I will be able to speak if I ever hold your hand is...
"Will you marry me"...
I love you...
You just can't imagine how much...

I don't want to hug you...
If I do hug you...
I will never let go of you...
I don't want to look at your eyes...
If I do...
I will melt in their sweetness...
I don't want...
To lose you...
And the truth is...
I don't want to admit...
I am crazy about you...
I don't want to think...
Of a life without you...

Boxing day is the day after Christmas,  when goods go on sale...
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 '2023 poems at 2022 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 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....

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...

What I want for Christmas...
Is to sit close to you...
By candlelight...
As close as I can...
So my eyes will be reflected on yours...
So close that our lips will instinctively fuse...
And become one...
With the candle's flame as our only witness...
Our eyes will say I love you...
Even though not a single word will be exchanged...
That is what I want for Christmas...
Perhaps it will never happen...
For your heart chose someone else...
But that is what I will always want for Christmas...
For as long as I live...
Because I realized I will never stop loving you...

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...

Windy or rainy...
Sunny or cloudy...
Even snowy...
I will always run by your side...
For life is an endless track...
Uphill and downhill...
But knowing we are running side by side  means there is no obstacle that can stop us...
For you are my beacon and my life..

Stupidity is what some naive souls like mine are made of....
We keep Waiting for a nice sincere  gesture...
Or a smile...
That will never come...
Why I keep hoping you will do something nice for me..
Is a mystery...
Today you crossed a border...
The border of lies...
For I know you lied to me...
That is where my stupidity ends...
But sadly for me, not my love for you...
I wish I could stop loving you...

What is the point of loving someone...
When you are being completely ignored?...
Why do I keep thinking of you?...
Where did I lose my north?....
Who am I? I don't recognize myself anymore...
Which path do I take now?...
Who are you?? I thought I knew you...
Whom stole my heart??

It is overcast tonight...
So I can't see the stars in the sky...
But it does not matter...
For I saw your eyes today...
And your eyes resemble a beautiful galaxy...
So clouds or not...
I still got to see the stars today...

The wind is singing for you...
For even the wind can see the beauty of your eyes...
And the sweetness of your soul...
How I wish I was the wind...
So I could move around...
Follow the universe of your eyes...
And cause every wind chime in my path to sing for you...
I am not the wind...
And I can not fly...
But I can write sonnets...
I will leave them by my door...
And hope the wind will carry them for you...
Next time the chime sounds...
It is announcing one of my poems heading your way...
Maybe one day I will be the chime...
And I will whisper sonnets to your ears...

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...
As my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in 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...

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...

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

There is no moon tonight...
But the nearby lake was lit as if there was a full moon...
The light was so sweet and bright...
As if the whole solar system planets were moons...
All of this because two beautiful eyes filled the air with sweetness and brightness..
Lucky Lake...
Legend says locals changed the lake's name to Moon Lake...
For everyone will remember that day...
Your eyes have the brightness and sweetness of a thousand stars...
That is why they are my galaxy and my universe...

So you don't talk to me anymore...
And I can't do anything to change that...
But I can write as much as I want...
For I love writing...
I write long pages as I imagine I am talking to you...
It is like I am talking...
And you just listen...
Or don't say anything...
Not much different from when I used to see you in person...
You didn't listen to anything I said...
So no difference...
This poem is called "So you don't talk to me anymore"...
It should be called "You never  really listened to me"...
But I  think it should be called "you never really cared about me"...

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...

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...

There was a time where I would wake up thinking of you...
Counting the seconds until I would see you again...
I would breath thinking of you..
And would close my eyes at night hoping to dream of you...
I would melt just seeing your eyes...
And got transported to wonderland every time you kissed me...
That is how much I loved you...
I now still wake up thinking of you...
Not because I love you anymore...
But because I want you to be happy...
And because I want to wish you a good day...
Wherever you are...
Only time will tell if I ever fall in love again...
And I honestly can't tell if you ever loved me...
But thanks to you I learned how to love...
And for that I want to say thank you...

I spend the nights counting stars in the sky..
I get mesmerized by their light....
And it surprises me to know it takes light years to reach us...
So I am just wondering..
whether you are now smiling..
And like starlight...
Sometime in the future I will get to see that smile...
It does not matter if I have to wait light years to see it..
It will be worth it...

I never thought roses could have a name...
I still don't know if all of them do...
But something happened yesterday...
I was walking by a rosebush...
There was no wind whatsoever...
I looked at the roses...
And whispered your name...
For roses remind me of you...
And as soon as I said it...
All petals moved...
As if they were dancing to the wind...
I can only assume rose and  your name mean the same thing...
For all petals looked cheerful...
Next time you see a rose...
Just whisper your own name...
The petals will move...
For the sweetness of your eyes and your voice will cheer them up...
I just don't like you...
I adore 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...

If I could...
If I could go back in time....
I would give a big hug to each person that has ever talked to me...
Even if just strangers that perhaps only asked for directions on the street...
Even if they yelled at me...
Or smiled at me...
Or close friends...
It does not matter....
Everyone has a history...
And everyone needs a hug...
If I could go back in time...
I would listen to their stories...
Poetry is based on human experiences...
I can't go back in time...
And I can't hug all of them...
Maybe they don't even want my hugs...
But I can write these words...
And blow them to the wind...
Hoping they will reach people...
And hug their spirits...
I am here for you...
Even if I don't know you...
I will always be here for you...
Even if you are a stranger,  strangers are friends who we have never known...
Big hug for you...
The best Christmas gift anyone can get is a hug..
Merry Christmas and a  big hug...

The night is quiet...
There is no wind...
No moon...
Not even a cricket chirping can be heard...
Silence is king tonight...
So quiet I can hear my own thoughts...
I hear myself thinking of you...
Thinking of your smile, your eyes and your laughter...
It may be quiet outside...
But it is a carnival in my soul...
As it is anytime I think of you...
It is a good thing it is quiet in the neighborhood tonight...
It means no one can hear the happiness in my soul...
After all...
Thinking of you is my own celebration...
A daily one at that...

It was a cold, gray and windy out there yesterday; but there were still colors to enjoy...
Flowers to admire...
I guess  it is a bit like life, really...
No matter how tough it is, there is always a ray of sunshine to enjoy and  a bit of hope that tomorrow will be a better day...  

That is what a mother brings to her children's life... the hope
of a better tomorrow...

As I see it mother's day is not about giving gifts or the day itself...  
It is about reflecting what being a mother means...
What a mother is doing for her kids and the legacy she will leave them behind...
Mothers will leave a legacy of kindness, courage, good values and integrity...
That is priceless...

Best wishes for a great Sunday and a happy mother's day...to all mothers out there...

By the way, mothers should be celebrated everyday, not just on mother's day...