The baboon and the moon

On a tree house,

Lived a baboon and a mouse.

And on one bright night

When the sky was full of light.

The curious baboon,

Just stared at the moon.

And he started to wonder,

Why there was no thunder?

But the sky was clear.

He scratched his beard,

Wile eating a banana,

Admiring the panorama.

He asked the mouse why,

There were no clouds in the sky?

But the mouse was blind,

It was a puzzle in his mind.

He could not see a blunt,

Of such a beautiful event.

So he answer like the wise:

Your mind you must revise!

The moon is to admire,

Not question or aspire!

When you just stare at moon

Youre a silly baboon!

Souvenir

Emotions of comfort have found my heart.

How can another human being make us feel this way?

Ah! Yes! She is a woman! A beautiful woman

She has changed my visions, my sorrows

I feel new hopes in my heart!

I can now make decisions more clearly,

move on with a smile on my face,

and a feeling of peace in my spirit.

To her I shall devote a part of my art and inspiration.

She shall know that I will forever be thankful,

for in giving me such love,

I have learned to love my soul.

I have learned to be strong like a mountain, like Titan.

I can do almost anything, the universe has no limits any more.

I will engrave a book on a star in her devotion.

I shall write a poem on a comet.

I shall carry this feeling to my solitude at night,

and remember it for the ever of time.

My confidence and my happiness are extraordinary,

I feel like Im going to explode.

I take deep breaths to make more room inside,

for she deserves a niche in my heart,

even if now she is anothers lover,

she shall always know that sometimes,

some of us

will stay inside forever.

Maybe one day, when were both older,

and grey hair show the patience of family growing,

dark close the sorrow of being left alone,

wrinkles as witness of a life of hard work,

we can meet again

Maybe then, no lies no not lies, for life has taught us,

how to treasure the souvenirs of the heart, and final peace await.

Maybe then I can offer her a white rose

Maybe then I will have my opportunity to thank her,

For the pain she has given me has made me so rich inside

Yet, she has decided to remain so poor

My devotion shall be on paper, my hopes on the skies and her heart in my mind

Mercy!

Make Love Life Make

Listen, feel, share, and learn.

Softly whisper from your Soul.

Sense the energy,

never just take!

Give

In giving there is receiving.

Love seeks life.

Life seeks love,

but most of all life seeks life