You'll probably go or maybe you'll stay,
But nothing is linked and nothing is joint,
The only minimalistic point
Being in a Galaxy far, far away.

Every moment
Is more precious
Than a shining jewel

The play of afternoon sunlight
On high tide water

The gathering of birds
Perched atop a weather vane

The embrace of a loved one
After a shared struggle

The multi-coloured setting of the sun
Over silhouettes of winter trees

Steam rising
From a freshly made cup of tea

The swelling of hearts and dropping of tears
In recognition of a shared emotional experience

This world is full of more beauty
Than I could ever put into words

All that is required
Is surrender to one’s senses

A willingness to see all things
With wonder

The courage to open one’s heart
To the workings of the universe

Funny how you can
Tell the moon
Is full
Even with the
Blinds closed
Radiance of light
Can't help but
Shimmy their way
Through the slits
But you feel it
First
Like someone is
Looking over you
And you look.up
And a beautiful
Snow colored oval
Stares back at you
Perhaps with a
Knowing smile

What are you cooking?

      "Cyanide"

         Why?

Don't want to trouble people
with my ludicrous poetry.

you take a piece of me,
and i fall,
cuz there's no support,
nothing to help me in a world so small.
I can't live without a piece of me,
can you build it up
and tower me please?

Are you craving of sweet words...
And dreams?..
Are you willing to let your smile conquer the universe?..
And a beautiful rose merge with your hair?....
If so...
Close your eyes....
And smile.
Let yourself loose...
And you will be transported to wonderland...
The land where your laughter can be heard when it rains...
And where the wind sings poetry to you...

Too many days
have gone by in worry
too many nights
in nightmares

Too many afternoons
in soppy tears
too many mornings
with short breath

There are no happy endings
only endings
only means to an end
only dying to live
beyond our means

The antiquity of thy beam
Slowly swinging into gloom
Like the ancientness of thy giggle
That rotated into bunch of sniffle

Seventh heaven into blaze
Paradise meeting flame
Conveyed by chariot of fire
It's life full of adventures

Not sure if it is because of the season...
Or the fact we are in the northern hemisphere...
But I noticed lately the sun rises after 9 am...
Or at least that is when I notice there is light out there...
Maybe it is because I get to hear the voice of an angel everyday after 9 am...
Will stop writing here...
It is almost time for my sunrise...