I met a man, who had his heart removed,
In long hours of blink-less surgery,
He had dreamt:
He ran in the park in the morning, winding through trees and young girls tanning,
(Surgeons made a hole where once there’d been a man’s chest. )
Swam across his childhood lake, bright leaves and dark water clouding his vision,
(They installed a living heart from the dead, kept under ice. )
Waltzed with his wife under ballroom lights, a champion's smooth steps and turns reappearing,
(Connecting intricate channels to the heart, like wiring up a car battery. )
Tasted smooth red wine, gently draining from the side of the glass without leaving a drop.
(They pumped him full of electricity and waited. )
Lights came on. And he felt it beating.