Fantasy: Beauty Everywhere Poem by Margaret Alice

I know now where the magic lies,
not in your eyes, nor in the
words you spoke, nor in the
whisperings I thought I heard –

It’s in my mind, in the game
where I bestow enchantment
on the spoken word, my views
that I transposed to you

When I checked to verify that
what I heard was not a lie, I saw
a broken game, pieces bent and
agonised, demented figurines

– and then I cried to realize
– on seeing truth it was a game;
I knew now why and how I played,
it would never be the same…

But in my heavy heart and busy
fantasy I got well again, went
out to see if further games would
represent – and yes, they did,

Quite wonderfully, when things
go wrong or someone dies, I just
know it will be right - it is
in truth a lovely game to me –

The most exciting and adventurous
a safer place for playing roles,
try out things and characters;
play involved with valid feeling

I really, truly love the game,
wholeheartedly I cry on endings;
fearing tears will stain my
heart, remaining for eternity

but when the next exciting game
begins, sunshine fills my life
with joy, removing all the cloying
pain. I can feel this beauty

rhyme, whether really there
or fantasy is quite beside the
point, as long as I can think and
feel, I have the greatest time:

So here goes for another round!