Poppyfields

Poppyfields

In the end

The red flower paints the fields over us

In Indian summer

Peace

The hum of bees

The low drone of sedated breathing

And a blur seen from drooping eyes

The opiate of the masses

In comfort closes the doors

Draws the silken shades

Gently

And whispers loving words

Beside us the cool river runs

Through poppyfields that stretch for miles

Where once armies gathered

Now here they sleep

Armor clad with rust

Here they sleep among crimson petals

Here they sleep amid the dust

The buzzing of atoms around us

Harmonious

Sonorous

Light through the veins

And we feel immediately at peace

A hypnotic wave of ambience

Softly soaks us from the sky

A calming breeze of transience

And the narcotic lullaby

There is no pain

Here

As we sink

Into the numbing dream