Half moon

Half moon
That half moon that I see right now,
From my seat, in front of the lake...
That half moon that is reflected in the water,
The clear, soft and tender water,
That looks like a mirrow for my moon...
That half moon that I am looking at,
That half moon that I am staring at,
So shiny, so pure, so white and sprinkling,
That half moon is the same one that you are looking at, on the other side of the world, thinking about how I am looking at the same moon, thinking about you thinking about me while looking at the shinny huge half moon.

Success

There is a moment of match point,
when you are almost going to quite,
but you keep trying...
perhaps one more attempt will put you closer to your aim,
to that eureka moment.
Or you can just leave it all,
decide that Einstein was smart when
he said that repeating the same thing
expecting different results
is the definition of insanity.
Or you follow Edison's advice
and consider that success
is just one more attempt away.
Failure is like a shadow
or better say a ghost,
following you
and whispering on your ear:
you won't make it.
At this point you don't know
if you are just following your stubbornness
or just trying to contradict
and prove wrong that annoying voice...