If Only I Could Poem by Robert E. Robinson

I traveled in haste down the luminous blue halls,
Of pleiade's wonderous seven star cluster,
With speeds more swifter than cosmic winds could muster.
I journeyed from Omega's red clouded heavens,
And saw orion's constellation of seven.
I played inside Andromeda's massive back yard,
And sped from spica to the far distant north star.
I flew the dipper to Arcturu's big orange,
And peered through speeding portals at hot giant blues,
and bright hues of blue from distant quasars afar.
I sped to myriads of lights in the dark night sky,
And winged my way awry, from star, to star, to star.