Inexpressibly Happy [revised] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

So caught up in my sombre thoughts I forgot ideas
are eternal, harmony remains the same, the Golden
Section never changes - new expressions of every
well-known idea are original creations representing
personal works of subjective art

Ideas remain unchanged as do circle and triangle,
this came back to me when I listened to Vilja Lied
from Die Lustige Witwe performed by an unknown
soprano, so different from my favourite rendition,
The Pearl Fishers from Bizet moving my heart

I waltzed to Strauss, found delight again, became
The Snow Queen in her ice-blue palace; all ideas
and fantasy I love readily animated in any unique
existential moment, just like love continues though
lovers continually change – and this realisation

Made me inexpressibly happy…