My Poem ‘The Sound of Mark’

As I dream at night,
when I wake up in the morning,
as I walk in the sun, and in the rain,
through forests of trees,
and along streets of light,
I hear a sound,
I feel a calling,
I decipher the chaos,
I feel on fire,
I see, read, and imagine poetry,
in every leaf, in every smile,
in every look, in every raindrop-
the energy of the world gets into my veins,
the inspiration of the universe
makes me feel like the king of the cosmos,
everybody I know and everything about them,
and all that I know, has my imagination and thoughts
jetting off faster and higher than an airplane,
and just as I am right now-
everything twists around me
and I feel like I am in the eye of a storm,
seeing and watching things that appear fractured
from the outside looking in
come together and fuse forever
like a blanket of frost.

I will never forget the moment I heard the sound;
I will never forget who inspired my voice;
I will never forget the shock-wave that I felt,
like a lightning-bolt hitting the ground;
I will never forget who I was and who I knew
I would always be- as a matter of destiny, not choice;
I will never forget what began, what came first,
and what it was like to instantly feel
like all this time I had been traveling through the heavens,
but I just hadn’t realized it;
I will never forget the moment I became the poet.

The journey has been bumpy;
the road hasn’t always been smooth;
the sky above and my vision has on occasion been cloudy;
however, I have not stood still, I have kept on the move;
I have written about love,
I have written about loss,
I even wrote a poem once about a lost glove;
and every day I write with a pen and paper,
or I create something with my soul
on the canvas of my mind, with all my heart,
and I am consumed, happy, free of fear,
alive with life and inspiration-
like I have emerged from the waves of a sea
and I am now walking in the soft sand of the wash.

When you realize that you have a gift;
when people tell you that you should pursue your talent
and see where it takes you;
when you know that you have something to offer someone
who needs what you have inside you
you can feel your own heart racing in your chest
and your pulse beating in your wrist;
when you see truth, hope, purpose, potential, and goodness,
emanating like an aura from certain people
that you are fortunate to meet,
the things and the people who give us so much
are who we too want to do all for and give back to.

The ‘Poet of the Sphere’ is who I will always be,
and the first book of my poetry
is only the first chapter, the first volume,
the first teaser, of the whole story that is me;
now, I am stepping into the future
with memories and experiences from my life,
hoping to share who I will always be in the light of the day
as well as in the twilight of the dark,
and you can be sure that when you read
or hear the voice of the Poet of the Sphere,
you will forever know, and you will forever recognize,
the unmistakable sound of Mark.

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My Poem ‘Galaxy’

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: