Poetry The poems of the whimsical dreamer.

Alo! I will be using this space to drop by poems of mine and maybe some pieces of story! Enjoy!!

You left and took the moon with you.

I am seeing the dark sky as I rest, the stars shine, yet the moon is missing,
missing because you took it with you, and the sky is simply shining.
Barely shining with the stars, for when you left, you took the moon away,
I find myself without the moonlight, and I find myself traveling on this highway...

But how can I find my guide without the moon? How can I ride without its light,
I am a vagabond moving through the paths of concrete that extend out of sight.
You left so long ago, every night has been a night without moonlight since you left,
how could this happen, how did we reach this point, in which the only answer was theft.

I am waiting for you to come back with the moon, to the shared old room,
I will keep waiting for you, in the same old ballroom...

But until you come back. The paths of concrete will be my dancing partner,
endlessly extending, endlessly moving in swings and straights... hoping you bring the moon back.

Maybe just maybe.

Maybe, just maybe, my voice can reach the strings of your faithful instrument, your soft guitar,
maybe, just maybe, the sound of my song can reach your strumming fingers that go near and far.
I hope that my voice can reach those fingers that move with the agility of a dancer,
hoping that your ears get to listen to the soft hummings of my answer.

For maybe, just maybe, we can be that duo you always asked for,
may just maybe, you can be the one to finally play the score.
I am making a song for you, a score you can play with the beating of your heart,
one that gets to show the best part of you, something only you have, character.

For is not through the eyes that love reaches the gates of the affection,
maybe, just maybe, this time I can see more than your reflection.

Maybe just maybe, we will cross paths again.

I once heard...

I once heard someone say, that our differences only go skin deep, but our sames go right to the bones.
It was a cute phrase. And I can't avoid but see it for what it is. A truth made out of hopes.
I once heard that in the path of life I would be having missteps with stones.
And as true as it is, I find myself gathering all the stones to plant roses.

The mistakes I have made through life have gathered a lot of tombstones.
Yet I don't forget any of them as they are gemstones.
I once heard a man who makes a mistake and doesn't fix it, makes two mistakes.
And so I walk through this path I chose not caring for its shades.

For you see, I once heard a story, of someone whose failures never stopped them from going forward.

Minutes pass as my footsteps fade in the sand,
hours pass and turn into days that bring memories,
days go into months that go as years and I can only wonder
if I became a clockmaker, would you be the hours, to make me company?

Come closer, tonight I have a story for all of the curious,
Stop me if you know this one.
Do you know the fate of shooting stars?

They die.

They traverse marvelous speeds, racing across the universe in a fantastic show of flames as they race to the final line.

Going at a speed that no being can reach, in exchange for such speed they are destined to die an early death, never stopping until they reach the end of the line, the line that represents their death, the same way we go about our lives, shooting stars do it in a fraction of the time, racing through everything they come across in the path. Never stopping, only moving in one direction with the strength and precision of an arrow aimed at the bullseye.

Some people cross our lives at the speed of a shooting star, they pass by bringing change with them just to disappear in the multitude of people, they cross our path once to never appear again, they got their own road to travel, and so do we…yet, the difference between shooting stars and ourselves, is that in occasions, we decide to travel to the shooting star that just crossed our path, trying to reach it, to grasp it with our hands, to be able to feel what that marvel of speed can feel and see.

How does he do that? What does she see? Do their eyes reflect the world the same way? What passes through their head, how could the idea come, why I didn’t think about it? This and many more questions pass through our heads when we see a shooting star on our path.

A traveler once tried to marry a shooting star, to spend his life with her, but the traveler would live for over 80 years, the shooting star had at most a couple of them left. He made a house to keep her there, hoping that in the comfort of a home full of love she would stay. But no amount of love is enough to change destiny.

The shooting star died in a marvelous explosion of fire, marveling everyone that once met her, that at a time might saw it with their eyes. But the traveler could only see his love death, and while sad, he would have done it again, even if she had just a day left. For the fate of a shooting star is to die, bringing marvels to all that see them, and the fate of the traveler is to keep the tale alive.

To make others know the destiny of shooting stars, to make it so that even if she no longer is visible, her memory stays in hearts of everyone, as a memory, as a lesson. No matter how long or short the existence of a being can be, they can touch our spirits and bring change to all around them, for everyone has a bit of a shooting star into them.

SUNFLOWERS
As I see the sunflowers today I can't avoid but remember those days. The days we were like sunflowers, looking towards the sun,
hoping for the next great adventure, watching the sun go by as we went on our way from the morning till noon.
Then we would keep looking, going together through it all, I still remember the words you said back then oh fun leader,
keep the path, follow the sun, no matter where we go, and adventure will always be in the next corner.

Let's keep being like the sunflowers, let's keep our back straights as we keep looking for the sun every day together,
let us keep that spirit of adventure and constant wonder in our spirits, let us keep looking for the sun forever.