Wonder...

Sometimes, on some balmy night,
When stars glitter in the firmament
And the moon shines silvery-bright,
Reflecting on the ocean's waves
With a ghostly, eerie light,
I am lost in thought and wonder
What mysteries lie in regions yonder,
If chance created this accidental universe
Or is this thought quite perverse,
Maybe it is some god's creation
Or a guiding intelligence's imagination,
Whatever it may turn out to be,
It is beyond my poor philosophy,
Though if mankind continues speculation
They may discover the miracle of creation.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2009 Alfred Charasz