Societal Illusion

Year by year does change appear 

And I hear thine dear voice,

Timeless and ageless, spout 

Sheer volumes of wordless speech. 

Speech enough to fill a vacuum 

Of space large enough to fill

The immensity you offer,

Proffer us original serenity.

Serendipity.

Brilliantly, beautifully, wonderfully

Tranquil, tranquil, quietly

Tranquil-- 

She knows enough to

Say much in little.

The rustling branches sooth

And speak tender words

To calm and awaken love

And desire--a fire to 

Live and breath and 

Consume the apathy 

Bred within rooms--

Prisons-- 

That keep enchained 

The open soul, daydreaming 

Of the mountains and plains 

Of a country untamed. 

So wildly infatuating, calling

By name the hearts of 

Those yearning and longing

To turn a blind eye to the

Society of comfort and 

Safety, illusions anyway.