Wonder...

Often do I wonder
What lies in regions yonder
And in rhyme and verse
I dream about the universe,
A place so strange,
It seems perverse,
What secrets does it hold,
Will they ever unfold,
Empty spaces, icy, cold,
Its burning galaxies
Keeping balances,
Stars exploding,
Planets eroding
And the blue planet, earth,
What are its function,
What are their worth,
With its human minds and souls,
And the question arises,
How important are our roles,
Are we really more or less
The universe's consciousness,
Perchance, we are the gods
We always wonder about
Or only maggots
Cleaning a dying planet out...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz