A Comet Named Halley

 
On a mighty stallion he rides through the night
charging ‘cross the sky like a streak of light
Golden locks behind him, face with regal glow,
riding like the wind with his head bent low.

Eyes that pierce the darkness, focus straight ahead
nomad with no home, king without a bed.
Fiercely pressing forward without taking rest,
racing t’ward his goal, tireless in his quest.

He remains elusive, though quite well known,
preferring to ride completely alone,
He’s not often seen, tho’ many know his course
as he rides the sky on his fiery horse.

So, if by chance you see him, remember his name,
for some day Ol’ Halley may ride your way again. 


august 2003