Happiness is within the quietened mind
Devoid of the riches the devil in disguise will find
The morrow and mooring of hope on the dreams
Racing down closed windows and the curtains and their streams.
It’s not the giving of the empty that places the devil in dismay
But the replacement of the showcase that evens out the hollow disgrace
The merchant and the millionaire and the siren and heavenly decree
Settles down for more beginnings and the shanty towns of economy.
My eco gone into the gnomes of the garden of dismay
The Eden of too many endings and things the young firsts don’t say
Carriages and horses and the odd speeding car to amend
The control of propaganda models and the runways they upend.
Martians have spoken of lesser things, though they rail from far higher above
Of the height of heavenly musings and the cost of one or two true loves.