Magical World Of Illusions Poem by Margaret Alice

Enchantment lies in me, my eyes
confer the beauty I see, everything
is meaningless, everything I touch,
hear, taste, smell or see, every rosary,
every beautiful symphony, every four-
letter word; means nothing as is - WE
confer meaning, interpreting according
to tradition or personal taste, some twisting
conventional meaning to suit their own ends

I look for the sublime in every situation,
failing that, for the funny or humorous,
searching for the positive that confirms
my assumption of a benevolent universe;
all negative interpretations are valid and
true for you if you accept and embrace it,
while all things weird and wonderful are
true for me because that is how I choose
to see this magical world of illusions