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The 29th of February is one of the most amazing days on the calender,
because it is an anomaly;
it is not a day that happens every year, like your birthday-
and that is why I think people, and couples, choose to seize the day,
to propose to each other, and to make resolutions,
as if it were Valentines, or New Years Day.
It is a day that keeps in balance every other day of the decade-
the day that was, but wasn’t;
four years in the making, and in the waiting-
a day that will never fade.
If you are born on the 29th of February,
then I guess that you will be forever young?
However, thinking about it:
if you only have a birthday every four years,
you may be un-aging, or aging slowly in years,
ever the while you are climbing the ladder of life,
and most likely feeling the rise of every rung.
The 29th of February, or “Leap Day”,
is the most perfect day to start something new-
a new relationship, a new attitude-
the most perfect day to do something for everyone, or just for you.
To some people, the 29th of February is just a normal day-
a day in which they may have to wait an extra day before they are paid;
but to some, the 29th of February is, and will always be,
the greatest, and the best, of all the other days-
a day when they will walk out their door with no expectations,
but with anticipation to see how it plays.
Happy Leap Day! Happy Leap Year!
What you do today matters, so make the most of it-
take a leap, keep going until there is nothing in your way.
Today is always the most important,
so live every minute, every hour,
as if they were forever in a day.
Something beautiful came to me last night;
as I looked up at the Moon, Venus, and Jupiter, in alignment-
after I took a picture of the sky with my camera-
I was overwhelmed by excitement.
It was as if a new light had descended to Earth, like a shooting-star;
but it wasn’t a shooting star, it was something “more”.
I looked up, smiling to myself, marvelling at the stars, the planets,
and at the Moon, as if I had never seen them before-
perhaps, because it was the evening of a day
in which I felt like life had come full-circle:
reliving good times, on a day when the sky was a constant blue,
and at the minute of the sun going down
the sky looked as if it had been painted purple.
There wasn’t a single sound that could be heard,
as I watched the titans of time illuminate before me-
it was only the beat of my own heart that finally woke me
and reminded me that I was still bound by gravity;
because, for nearly a minute,
I felt like I was a part of the sky and not just gazing at it.
What did I feel in that minute?
It was like I was in-tune with everything that I was seeing,
and being silently wowed by the most incredible celestial effect-
greater and more mind-blowing than any projector could ever project.
As I gazed up at the glowing Moon, the sparkling marvel of Venus,
and at the incredible, majestic- even from this distance-
beautiful light of Jupiter,
I felt like I was truly a part of a powerful processor-
so immense, so fast, so perfect,
that will always be the twinkle in the electronic eye
of the most powerful computer.
The entire night,
I thought about what I had seen, what I felt, what connected it all,
and what it all meant.
It was truly a night to remember-
when I and the sky came into alignment.
I rise above the sky,
looking down at you from space-
removing myself from paradise
was the only way that I could think of,
and this hostile and inhospitable void
seemed like the perfect place-
to see you so close, and now so far away;
to see the tears falling from your eyes,
and now to see you motionless, isolated, and astray.
Reality is much more complicated than fantasy-
fantasy rarely strays from a single thought;
while reality veers, and turns, and reshapes, and returns,
what has been wrought.
Sometimes that can be fun and refreshing,
but most of the time, when actuality catches up with practicality,
it is often confusing, crushing, and heart-breaking.
There are some things in life that can never live up to your expectations
or your wildest imaginations,
there are things that may seem dull and mundane in the rain;
however, I have always thought of expectations as a guide,
but not a blueprint of your heart,
and that clouds and storms are momentary creations
that can’t be sustained.
From space, Earth is a breath-taking, blue, crystal ball,
beacon of wonder, and of indescribable beauty;
but below the clouds,
disputes and resentments are being played-out,
and crimes are being committed
that should ask of us all to question each others morality.
Divide, be different, and distinguish yourself from others,
is an instinctual genetic message left to us in our DNA
from our learned ancient cousins-
but does that mean that one day we will all be so remote from each other
that we no longer want to embrace the differences between us,
or even want to talk?
I still have hope for us all, and for our planet;
but I guess you start to question everything you have ever known
when you go for a space-walk.
I was drawn to you
before you and I had even met;
I could not believe my senses
when I first saw your infinite beauty,
and to your shimmering galaxy,
ever since I have felt like a lone planet.
The more that I know about you,
the more that I love you;
the deeper that I delve into the nebulae of your thoughts,
the more that I wish I could swim in your mind
and feel all the things that you have been through.
Everyday I gaze at the sparkling sky of the stars that are your eyes,
that illuminate you, colour you,
and make you stand-out from the cosmos;
everyday if I were to look at you through a telescope,
or through a microscope-
where others would see beautiful light,
I would see an entire mythos.
The magical and myriad planets
that populate and orbit every facet of your identity
in an endless dance that could never be imitated,
generate a gravity, and an energy,
that since I first met you hasn’t been eclipsed, overcome, or abated.
The universe is a spectacular miracle of life,
that grows greater, and becomes more wondrous for the planets,
the stars, the galaxies, and the life that is created
within it every instant;
however, no matter what galaxies, or star clusters,
have come before, or may come after you-
to me, your galaxy will always shine brighter,
and will always be paramount.
Many people know you, have met you, will always love you,
but when they look at you, they may not be able to describe
the magnificence that we all see-
that is why the only way that I know how to describe you,
is that you are like a galaxy.
Featured in the beautiful ‘Galaxy’s Orchestra’ by Robert ‘Doc’ Foster:
A seemingly unremarkable man of average height,
stands alone in the street,
slowly being turned into a living snowman,
as the snow falls and covers him in a coat of white.
Strangers trudge through the near foot-deep snow,
slowly passing him by without even a blink of an eye;
children have snowball fights around him,
while the snow-covered man just stands there in his place
looking up at the sky.
The stars cannot be seen,
a grey cloak of clouds has obscured them;
but the mysterious man’s eyes make up for the lack of constellations,
as they shine in the moonlight like never before,
and like they will continue to shine again and again.
He knows a thousand magic tricks,
but on this snowy night the only thing that this magician knows
is that, in the now silent, cold, beautiful, open-air,
the magic of the world is present in every snowflake when it snows.
In a blink of an eye, the magician is now 9 years old-
standing in the snow of a glorious white night,
holding a book of magic tricks in his gloved hands,
and wearing a scarf that reaches down to his ankles,
to protect him from the cold.
As the magician closes his eyes,
he imagines above his head that the clouds have disappeared
and that the light of the galaxy can now be reflected on the snow floor-
to his knowledge he has yet to learn the spell that can control the weather,
but he is willing to give the thought that he can his all.
When the magician opens his eyes,
the frozen moon above his head seems to glow much brighter,
and appears to have grown larger, whiter,
as if it almost fills the sky-
a sky that was once filled with falling snow, and bereft of stars,
is now still, perfect, and beautiful,
the magician could almost cry.
Stars sparkle like fixed snow flakes in the clear night-sky,
all is white, all is peaceful, as the winter wind continues to blow.
A billion wonderful things happened today,
and one person feels and knows that more than most-
a man who sometimes thinks of himself as a ghost,
but who is right now, and forever,
a magician in the snow.
The Life, the Light, the Tears, of the Poet of the Sphere 