Beyond the Last Star

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. ~ Harley White * * * * * * * * This was newly written for a poetry contest on All Poetry with the same name as my poem's title…