Death - I Fear Thee Not

Death - I fear thee not,
You are that peaceful sleep
My aching, old body
Sometimes quietly longs for,
And yet, the atoms
Within my mortal clay
Will go on and on,
Perchance, part of a butterfly wing,
A rainbow in the sky,
A newborn babe,
And should the theory
Of circular infinity hold true,
Within the time-space curvature,
In the infinite circle limited
By all possible events,
I'll reach that point
In its circumference again,
When I will live my life over again,
Repeating it precisely as before,
Maybe, in some parallel universe.
In retrospect, I ask myself:
How was it?
Not bad - not bad at all......

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz