Beyond The Last Star Poem by Harley White

Is there a stellar orb that's last,
beyond beyonds of cosmic vast?
I can't imagine such a thing,
no matter where my thoughts take wing,
for always there would be one more
at least, if not an endless store.

Yet let my flight of fancy soar,
through door beyond the furthest door
and plumb the muses' reservoir
where heavens' portals are ajar
by searching yon the farthest star
to where celestial dreamers are
with everlasting repertoire.

Oh I would wave a wishing wand
o'er stars beyond the last beyond,
and sail the seas of welkin's realm
undaunted by the waves that whelm
with vision to perceive unseens
beyond illusion's shrouding screens.