Metamorphosis Poem by Barry Van Asten

Love's sweetness calls,
Through the nothingness, curled
To those words that grooved me
And kept me from the physical world.
Reduced to the beating of chemistry
In the wheat field's dreaming dawn
Where beauty's native soul is born.

Time's angel knocks,
Where change was longed and won by man,
To weave over this spinning age to stray
Upon his astronomical glance
That crashes and drops and looks away,
Glimpsing the history of love's oblivion
That's torn by the lamb and loved by the lion.

Man's beauty falls,
And eternity's cruel device
Will speak of love no more and fade
And gaze no more on the sacrifice
Of midnight lips that often strayed
Upon fair Ganymede's sweet allure
that sought the Baphomet obscure.

Death's spectre raps,
To measure the sweep and curve of experience
Found within this awesome frame.
He is sipping over the heart's expanse
With the promise of an immortal name,
In search of molecules more than mine
And a structure harder to define.