Harley White Poems

Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower,
Cause the very sun to glower,
Though the skies their tears may shower.
Guilt will wilt the sweetest flower.
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The seas roll on at Nature's whim
as winds wail like a theremin.
Yet shines through heavens' inky scrim
the starlight of a seraph in—
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In ghostly skies a stellar glow
from erstwhile stars of long ago
that shone with splendor ere they died,
perchance were wished on starry-eyed,
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Black seems like nothingness, maybe that's why
nebulae dark looked like ‘holes in the sky'
as Herschel exclaimed when he saw on high
a spot in Orion that caught his eye.
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The whole of a journey still to be traveled
is much like a novel begun
with threads of the story not yet unraveled
and windings of plot to be spun.
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The dawning day is like an open door
for voyagers adrift in living stream
to waken from the dream asleep no more.
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In my meanders high above
beyond the cries of mourning dove
on voyages a spaceship flies
where poets' reveries arise,
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A hickory dickory dock ballet
appears to be choreographed on high
as round two mice dance in cosmic display
amidst the grand cabaret in the sky
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The Horsehead Nebula rears its head
in Orion Constellation
wherein hidden hooves the heavens tread
amidst waves of star formation,
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The universe of time and space
is leading us on merry chase
as schemes are parleyed to and fro
in astro-physic quid pro quo
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