Papaver Somniferum


The field of poppies blooming in the summer rain

Their petsl reaching upwards to the sky

All is silent sleeping void of hate and pain

And laudanum is pouring from their veins

Morpheus the God of sleep on throne again

The bleeding hearts that worship kneeling down

Praying to the field to bring them happiness

And whispy smoke floats as a sacrament

Flanders field, the blood red petals gleaming

As sacred vows exchanged during the night

Highest yield of tranquil peace is streaming

A river through the sorrows of your strife

All quiet as an emerald gem in poverty

Our lives are poor, but souls enriched with love

No gold, nor cloth to blind us from humanity

But only smoke from flowers of delight

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A tribute to Papaver Somniferum, the "opium poppy".

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