A day of balmy, vast, blue, cloudless sky, <br />and I, a traveler, sitting in my car, <br />survey the world stretched out before my eye <br />with time to journey to where wishes are, <br /> <br />the power harnessed underneath my foot, <br />the highways winding anywhere I choose <br />to claim a dream, no matter how remote, <br />that springs forth from Imagination’s muse. <br /> <br />What destination’s worthy of my journey? <br />What object’s worth the effort of my quest? <br />Through what ideal embodiment of beauty <br />might I find satisfaction, and then rest? <br /> <br />Do such things live at all in time and space, <br />or reflect from some deep, interior place?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-image-of-perfection-sonnet/
