SIMPLICITY

Eyes dart between the blurs of fancy,
heart pounds to see heaven,
vision wanders in search of gold,
finding only plastic beauty
among the landmarks of opinion.

Mind grows weary from vanity's quest,
pausing from the chaotic pace
panting in lament of futility.

Calmly, at last, seeing real treasure,
not in nods or superficial attraction,
but in the quiet appeal of angels ignored,
speaking roses of true love
in their,
simplicity.