Such unlit eyes! Where did they go,
those wonders that should never cease,
but ever make the heart increase?
What emptiness. Such status quo.
Did something crush them into sand
or drive the dreaming from the land?
Was it science? Discontent?
Delusions or despair? Torment?
How curious, this vapid age,
prosaic fashions all the rage.
The marvels of a perfect rose
displaced by phones and food or clothes.
The mysteries and mystic ways
supplanted by some scarce displays
of deficits consumed with zeal
diverting interests from the real.
Oh, summon back fantastic days
when the cosmos would amaze!