Time to move out...
It was really painful to find out I am not part of your world anymore...
I am not going to lie to you...
I am going to miss you...
And I  still love you...
But I feel you used me...
When you were feeling sad and lonely...
And now that you are able to smile again...
Then I became pretty much a stranger to you...
Well, I truly love you...
And I'm happy I met you...
But it is time to say goodbye...
I will always listen to you...
And be there for you when you need it...
But don't expect me to call you...
Or go after you...
It is time to move out...
I wish you the best...
For I love you too much...
And I only want your happiness...

The wind blows softly by your window this morning...
The sun rays fall on your closed eyes...
The birds chirp and chirp until you finally wake up...
It is nature saying good morning to you...
A new day... a new week...
The whole planet is singing for you...
Happy Monday... happy week...

If the summer was a week...
Then August would be the Sunday of summer...
For is the month where green is the king...
Sunny blue skies and white fluffy clouds in our company...
The wind and Birds chirping,  our melody...
And red sunrises and sunsets framing the day...
I really could not ask for more...
I could get lost in a universe where August would run in a time loop...
Legend says the moon was born one day in August... 
And it may well be true...
This week we have a full moon...
As if the moon wanted to remind us of her birthday...
But we are the ones receiving the gift of a bright moon in the sky..

Today I shed my last tear for you...
Maybe my eyes are dry...
After all that I cried for you...
Maybe I just realized it is not worth it...
Whatever the reason...
Today is the day...
Where I finally closed the chapter on you...
Life is a book with many chapters...
And the chapter about you is closed...
And it will never reopen...
Today I start a new chapter in my life...
A life where all memories of you are gone...
For good...

Someday you may not  be around to listen to my poems or read them...
I will still write them...and will read them by moonlight..
Hoping you are looking at the moon wherever you are...
So perhaps the moonlight and the wind will get the poems to you...
So if the wind embraces you on a moon lit night...
And all the birds stop singing...
The stars stop blinking for a moment...
The clouds stop moving...
And The whole landscape is  dominated by the wind noise...
Then perhaps a poem will be reaching you...
Friendship has no boundaries...
Like my admiration, respect  and happiness wishes for you...

I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??

I said I love you...
And you never replied...
I said I need you...
And you never replied...
That is torture...
Torture is seeing your eyes...
And not seeing myself reflected on them...
Alas...
I can  not blame you...
For I love you too much to blame you...
Even that is torturing me...
So you are not torturing me...
I am torturing myself...
And torture or not torture...
I love you more than yesterday...
When will this torture end??

As the weather gets colder..
And winter gets underway..
Sunlight gets scarce..
It is like water through my hands..
It just vanishes..
How I miss the days when sun stayed up late..
The warm air and the soft breeze..
There so much to see and do..
I guess that is an advantage of winter...
It helps us appreciate what spring and summer has to offer..
It is a bit like our own lives..
Sometimes we don't realize what we have..
Until it is gone..
So our lives become a winter..
But there is always the hope of our lives becoming spring and summers. Even falls..
For life also has seasons..
So no matter how dark your days can be..
There will always be a day where you will see the sunlight...
That day you will know the spring of your life has arrived..

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....

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...
I know I would...
Let your eyes make all of us a poem...
When you look at me...
My heart melts and becomes a sonnet...
Such is the power of your eyes...

An the wind continues its journey..
It never stops..
I am thinking wind and time are one and the same...
Both are continuous.....
Wind takes my words and sonnets all over the place...
Time  will take them to the future...
Any poet's dream is having his or her words reaching people's hearts...
Either today...with  the wind...
Or in the future...
So my dear reader.. time and wind are the same...
So are poets and dreamers... They are identical twins...
Heading out now...
It is windy..
See you in the future...

If the Moon and the sun merged, we would have a star that would shine like your eyes...
Eyes that have the sweetness of the Moon, the brightness of the sun and the depth of the infinite...
If you knew, my love, the effect that your eyes has on me...
You would understand why my being melts before your presence…
And why my soul shrinks at the mere memory of your eyes...
And the reason  my senses succumb when you look at me...
Deep like an ocean...
Transparent as a diamond...
And full of love and hope...
Those are your eyes...

My eyes are open...
The sun is out...
The sky is blue...
There are no clouds...
It is not hazy...
And I know you are here...
But I still can't see you...
That is because you are the most transparent soul I have ever met...
I can't think of anyone with such kindness...
Such good values...
And such transparency...
You are really one of a kind...
I don't know how I noticed your transparent soul...
But more importantly...
I don't know how I was so dumb to let you go...

Waited by the porch....
Longing for someone to ask for sweet words....
I can only offer poems..
No one seemed to want a poem...
People were only asking for sweets..
Everyone was in a hurry..
No one talked to me...
I guess the poet costume did not work...
But then again..
Who can describe a poet...
I will wait for another year then...
I still believe poems are a treat..
To the ears who want to listen to the soft whispers of a poem..
Or the souls that rejoice at these words...
As I see it, the world is a poem...
At least my world...

To say I adore you...
Would be an understatement...
To say I love you...
Would be to put it mildly...
To say you love me...
It would be a lie...
And to say I will someday forget you...
An even bigger lie...
I'll stop lying to myself...
I will never forget you...
I will never stop loving you...
What is the point of lying to myself?...
I will never be able to love another woman...
And that is the truth...

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

I keep thinking the world has two parallel dimensions..
One where you live, breath and touch..
It is what you see..
Another one is where your dreams are...
It is where you would like to be...
Sometimes those dimensions overlap..
And your dreams become a reality..
Or maybe we live in a dimension where everything is a dream...
And reality is an illusion..
Whatever the answer is...
I want to write poetry that will transcend both dimensions..
Poetry that will inspire readers to dream...
And dreamers to enjoy reality...
what is your dream?..

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...

It was a Dark Day today...
It seemed as if the night would reach the horizon soon...
I was not sure I would get my vitamin D dose today...
Luckily your Deep eyes saved the day...
For I see your Deep eyes..
And I start Dream walking...
And Discovering new worlds in them...
Imagining new Dawns...
Your Delicate hands and Deep eyes...
Are just vitamin D for my soul...
Your eyes and smile will light my Day any Day...
No matter how Dark outside..

I woke up this morning thinking of you...
Then I went out and saw flowers...
The clouds and the blue sky...
Heard birds chirping...
Everything in nature reminds me of you...
For you are beautiful and kind...
And I am always thinking of you...
And yearning for your eyes and your smile...
But mostly wishing for your happiness...
That is how much I love you, beautiful girl...
For I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if we are not together...
I am always thinking of you..

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...

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..


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

"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....

"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....

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 heart can not speak...
But it does whisper...
It whispers through my eyes...
My eyes become brighter when you are near...
It whispers through my hands...
For  my hands can write poetry when I think of you...
They seem to move by themselves...
But I really believe it is my heart controlling them...
My heart wants to whisper and to write sweet words for you...
If you listen quietly...
You can hear the whispers...
It is whispering the words...
"I love you, you are my reason to live and I adore you.."