To The Power Of Infinity [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I’m searching for something - an
event that feels so good I’ll recall
it long after it’s past - something I
can savour and delight in long
afterwards, and not fleeting

As beauty in new faces fades
as visage acquires character -
or romance exciting only if mystery
of the unknown hides the
other party, just to die in a

moment’s familiarity replacing
adventurous discovery - and the
eye grows weary of regarding
the same, ordinary boring
things… I’m searching

For a beloved book already filled
with magic by my imagination,
structures to make mind games
possible - maybe an allegory
with an always charming

Stark outline, a bare delineation
creating shadows, spaces
my mind sees new meaning in;
an ability to dream using
power of thinking changes

One object into another, though
previously seeming to exist
outside of me, today I know its the
reader who interchanges energy
and reality

In dreams which create new
dimensions in an infinite
series of visions
growing
to the power of infinity …