Come, Gentle Dreamer

Come, gentle dreamer,
Call forth your visions
Of sublimated splendor,
Where the seagull arches its wings
Against bluish vividness,
Where the sperm strives
With the delicate movements of its tail,
Seeking completion of life,
Where a billion impulses
Arch in perfect patterns
Across the circuits of the human miracle,
All forever moving in unknowable ways
Into that great reconstruction of particles,
Organized beyond the human sphere of vision
Or comprehension,
Where life and death
Are meaningless entities....

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz