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I'll Be On My Way Watch as the clock comes winding down You can't stop it this time The hourglass is upside down Tryin' to make it in time Faster than the speed of sound The pendulum is swinging The arm of the clock is coming down To reign upon me And it will pass right through me And I'll be on my way And I'll be on my way Right through the heat of blazing suns The flames are high around me I push away the flaming guns And let the light surround me It is chaotic in the dark But I don't have to worry The light is always with me So I'll be on my way I'll be on my way Right through the dimness of the path Leading through the twilight Through the moonlit sacred path Forward to the break of dawn In the place where I belong So I'll be on my way I'll be on my way And so another day has passed And I will keep on aging But I don't care as long as I Get to where I'm going Someplace far beyond the stars That just manage to contain me So I will break the bonds that tie me And I'll be on my way I'll be on my way Right through the freezing cold Of the chilling moonlit night I can see my own cold breath But my own fire warms me Nothing can ever slow me down There's no way to contain it You cannot put me out So I'll be on my way
I'll be on my way Watch as the clock is slowly stopped Watch as the hand hits midnight See all the sand that's fallen down Have I made it in time Well I'll be on my way I'll be on my way I'll be on my way
Celebrate The Universe The Earth is beautiful, but sometimes I wish I could fly away and see. Another distant and far away galaxy. Looking above planet Earth. I want to celebrate the universe. A deep dark black night. Stars burning gases, shining so bright. Some in clusters, some in binaries, some on their own. Like our sun shining on planet Earth our home. Every night, I look out at the stars and wonder. How many things lie out there undiscovered.
Spinning pulsars, massive black holes. Neutron stars. How the universe glows. Meteors burning up in the atmosphere. You can see one if you're lucky and the sky is clear. . Comets flying by. Like balls with a tail streaking across the sky. Built with elements that make up us and what we see around. The life in the sky as well as on the ground.
Every night, I look out at the stars and wonder. How many things lie out there undiscovered. Looking above. Looking above. Looking above planet Earth. I want to celebrate the universe.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Mont Blanc The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering-no", reflecting gloom Now lending splendor, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters-with a sound but half its own, Such as a feeble brook will oft assume In the wild woods, among the mountains lone, Where waterfalls around it leap forever, Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves. The fields, the lakes, the forests, and the streams, Ocean, and all the living things that dwell Within the daedal earth; lightning, and rain, Earthquake, and fierv flood, and hurricane, The torpor of the year when feeble dreams Visit the hidden buds, or dreamless sleep Holds every future leaf and flower; the bound With which from that detested trance they leap; The works and ways of man, their death and birth, And that of him and all that his may be; All things that move and breathe with toil and sound Are born and die; revolve, subside, and swell.
Power dwells apart in its tranquillity, Remote, serene, and inaccessible: And this, the naked countenance of earth, On which I gaze, even these primaeval mountains Teach the adverting mind. The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewing Its destined path, or in the mangled soil Branchless and shattered stand; the rocks ' drawn down From yon remotest waste, have overthrown The limits of the dead and living world, Never to be reclaimed. The dwelling place Of insects, beasts, and birds, becomes its spoil Their food and their retreat for ever gone, So much of life and joy is lost. The race Of man flies far in dread; his work and dwelling Vanish, like smoke before the tempest's stream, And their place is not known. Below, vast caves Shine in the rushing torrents' restless gleam, Which from those secret chasms in tumult welling Meet in the vale, and one majestic River, The breath and blood of distant lands, forever Rolls its loud waters to the ocean waves, Breathes its swift vapors to the circling air. Mont Blanc et gleams on high-the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights, And many sounds, and much of life and death. 11, the calm darkness of the moonless nights, In the lone glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain- none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the star-beams dart through them-Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow with breath
Rapid and strong, but silently! Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a law, Inhabits thee! And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, if to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy?
..
Listening to the Universe There is a rhythm to these things a pace that cannot be controlled only fought against in vain or flowed into and with there is a boat rocking on the waves listening and responding to each ripple with like motion of its own there is a flapping of wings stretched out into the air riding each wind current caressing the sky that envelopes
. clutter is all around noisy in its demand for attention loud in its glaring, bright glitter filling up our ears with clatter obscuring the quiet rumbling of timelessness with its whining urgency so the least important must be heard out first and in its entirety leaving little time for that which we most need to hear and to listen to
© Shelley Harrison www.shelleyharrison.com
Stars
by Midnight
lazy days lonely nights looking for a lonely star who'd keep me company looking at the widespread sky being me a lonely soul gazing at the moon so bright making wishes `pon a star a blow of breeze to animate the freezing scene so the strings of white gold ribbons seem to tease the lonely moon because it is standing still and they are free to move "twinkle twinkle little star . . . " I used to sing when I was young now I've grown but still today " . . . how I wonder what you are" lying down upon the meadows dream of flying up so high reach the stars, sit on the moon dancing ballet with the cloud
The Flower of Stars Opal Whiteley There be Stars in the sky And Stars in the heart of man And Stars in the soul of a child And Stars in the eyes of woman This be a little book Of a flowering of these Stars That are lamps to man’s way
*
A Little Offering To God Because He Made the World So Beautiful And To Father and Mother Because They Showed the Way
Night took up the web of life and wove a star of amethyst and silver glimmering. So wove she into beauty the little failures of man, but his successes she cast to Earth again.
Before the earth that we live on Was come into being. Now in the beginning Music was with God, And Music dwelt In the heart of God. And all new things that He made, Were appointed a part; So that while yet He was creating other worlds The Stars held a cantata in honor of this glory. The Great Symphony Was born that day. And everywhere and all where The Brotherhood of the Stars Caught up the refrain and sang of UNITY. The Cantata of the Stars Lasted a trillion years,
And many new worlds were begun, Among them, our earth. Then it was a little white altar flame In the high hall of Heaven, Born of the thought of God and the Song of a Star.
Stars poem - Emily Bronte Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our earth to joy Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And with a full heart's thankful sighs I blessed that watch divine! I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me And revelled in my changeful dreams Like petrel on the sea. Thought followed thought star followed star Through boundless regions on, While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through and proved us one. Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure a spell, And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek Where your cool radiance fell? Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight His fierce beams struck my brow: The soul of Nature sprang elate, But mine sank sad and low!
My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him blazing still; And steep in gold the misty dale And flash upon the hill. I turned me to the pillow then To call back Night, and see Your worlds of solemn light, again Throb with my heart and me! It would not do the pillow glowed And glowed both roof and floor, And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door. The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise And give them leave to roam. O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew: Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!
I'll be on my way Watch as the clock is slowly stopped Watch as the hand hits midnight See all the sand that's fallen down Have I made it in time Well I'll be on my way I'll be on my way I'll be on my way
Celebrate The Universe The Earth is beautiful, but sometimes I wish I could fly away and see. Another distant and far away galaxy. Looking above planet Earth. I want to celebrate the universe. A deep dark black night. Stars burning gases, shining so bright. Some in clusters, some in binaries, some on their own. Like our sun shining on planet Earth our home. Every night, I look out at the stars and wonder. How many things lie out there undiscovered.
Spinning pulsars, massive black holes. Neutron stars. How the universe glows. Meteors burning up in the atmosphere. You can see one if you're lucky and the sky is clear. . Comets flying by. Like balls with a tail streaking across the sky. Built with elements that make up us and what we see around. The life in the sky as well as on the ground.
Every night, I look out at the stars and wonder. How many things lie out there undiscovered. Looking above. Looking above. Looking above planet Earth. I want to celebrate the universe.
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Mont Blanc The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering-no", reflecting gloom Now lending splendor, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters-with a sound but half its own, Such as a feeble brook will oft assume In the wild woods, among the mountains lone, Where waterfalls around it leap forever, Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves. The fields, the lakes, the forests, and the streams, Ocean, and all the living things that dwell Within the daedal earth; lightning, and rain, Earthquake, and fierv flood, and hurricane, The torpor of the year when feeble dreams Visit the hidden buds, or dreamless sleep Holds every future leaf and flower; the bound With which from that detested trance they leap; The works and ways of man, their death and birth, And that of him and all that his may be; All things that move and breathe with toil and sound Are born and die; revolve, subside, and swell.
Power dwells apart in its tranquillity, Remote, serene, and inaccessible: And this, the naked countenance of earth, On which I gaze, even these primaeval mountains Teach the adverting mind. The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Slow rolling on; there, many a precipice, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power Have piled: dome, pyramid, and pinnacle, A city of death, distinct with many a tower And wall impregnable of beaming ice. Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewing Its destined path, or in the mangled soil Branchless and shattered stand; the rocks ' drawn down From yon remotest waste, have overthrown The limits of the dead and living world, Never to be reclaimed. The dwelling place Of insects, beasts, and birds, becomes its spoil Their food and their retreat for ever gone, So much of life and joy is lost. The race Of man flies far in dread; his work and dwelling Vanish, like smoke before the tempest's stream, And their place is not known. Below, vast caves Shine in the rushing torrents' restless gleam, Which from those secret chasms in tumult welling Meet in the vale, and one majestic River, The breath and blood of distant lands, forever Rolls its loud waters to the ocean waves, Breathes its swift vapors to the circling air. Mont Blanc et gleams on high-the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights, And many sounds, and much of life and death. 11, the calm darkness of the moonless nights, In the lone glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain- none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the star-beams dart through them-Winds contend Silently there, and heap the snow with breath
Rapid and strong, but silently! Its home The voiceless lightning in these solitudes Keeps innocently, and like vapor broods Over the snow. The secret Strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a law, Inhabits thee! And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, if to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy?
..
Listening to the Universe There is a rhythm to these things a pace that cannot be controlled only fought against in vain or flowed into and with there is a boat rocking on the waves listening and responding to each ripple with like motion of its own there is a flapping of wings stretched out into the air riding each wind current caressing the sky that envelopes
. clutter is all around noisy in its demand for attention loud in its glaring, bright glitter filling up our ears with clatter obscuring the quiet rumbling of timelessness with its whining urgency so the least important must be heard out first and in its entirety leaving little time for that which we most need to hear and to listen to
© Shelley Harrison www.shelleyharrison.com
Stars
by Midnight
lazy days lonely nights looking for a lonely star who'd keep me company looking at the widespread sky being me a lonely soul gazing at the moon so bright making wishes `pon a star a blow of breeze to animate the freezing scene so the strings of white gold ribbons seem to tease the lonely moon because it is standing still and they are free to move "twinkle twinkle little star . . . " I used to sing when I was young now I've grown but still today " . . . how I wonder what you are" lying down upon the meadows dream of flying up so high reach the stars, sit on the moon dancing ballet with the cloud
The Flower of Stars Opal Whiteley There be Stars in the sky And Stars in the heart of man And Stars in the soul of a child And Stars in the eyes of woman This be a little book Of a flowering of these Stars That are lamps to man’s way
*
A Little Offering To God Because He Made the World So Beautiful And To Father and Mother Because They Showed the Way
Night took up the web of life and wove a star of amethyst and silver glimmering. So wove she into beauty the little failures of man, but his successes she cast to Earth again.
Before the earth that we live on Was come into being. Now in the beginning Music was with God, And Music dwelt In the heart of God. And all new things that He made, Were appointed a part; So that while yet He was creating other worlds The Stars held a cantata in honor of this glory. The Great Symphony Was born that day. And everywhere and all where The Brotherhood of the Stars Caught up the refrain and sang of UNITY. The Cantata of the Stars Lasted a trillion years,
And many new worlds were begun, Among them, our earth. Then it was a little white altar flame In the high hall of Heaven, Born of the thought of God and the Song of a Star.
Stars poem - Emily Bronte Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our earth to joy Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And with a full heart's thankful sighs I blessed that watch divine! I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me And revelled in my changeful dreams Like petrel on the sea. Thought followed thought star followed star Through boundless regions on, While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through and proved us one. Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure a spell, And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek Where your cool radiance fell? Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight His fierce beams struck my brow: The soul of Nature sprang elate, But mine sank sad and low!
My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him blazing still; And steep in gold the misty dale And flash upon the hill. I turned me to the pillow then To call back Night, and see Your worlds of solemn light, again Throb with my heart and me! It would not do the pillow glowed And glowed both roof and floor, And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door. The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise And give them leave to roam. O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; O Night and Stars return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew: Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!
