Nebulous Blush Poem by Harley White

Why are you blushing, Nebula Iris,
or are you flushed with stelliferous sighs?
Don't you know dreamers are all desirous
of visions evoking stars in their eyes?

You are a part of the Cepheus whole,
with dusty filaments showing red tinge.
Thus cosmic particles play a great role.
Plus, on reflection your glimmerings hinge.

Scientists did their investigation
into the whys of your rubicund tints,
as to chemical compound causation,
which seemed to present hydrocarbon hints.

A source nearby of light sidereal,
together with powdered grains effusive,
creates the spectacle ethereal,
conjuring fanciful tales elusive.

A pent-up pachyderm illustration
depicting how elephants' trunks occurred
of Rudyard Kipling "Just So" narration
is seen by some gazers in image blurred.

What is the story your mise en scène tells?
Homeric voyages high in the air?
Ships sailing oceans of burgundy swells?
Cloudy enchantments appear everywhere…

Princesses sleep on cottony pillows.
Castles take shape in those rose-colored skies.
Legends and lore abound in the billows.
Fata Morgana mirages arise.

Here in the depths of our dream on the Earth,
we're entangled in trifles and troubles.
Wrong appears right in delusion of birth
and sentence of death that bursts our bubbles.

Night swallows day but is followed by dawn.
Stardust we are and to dust we return.
Tides ebb and flow and though mortals pass on,
I, while alive, for enlightenment yearn!



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