poppy

 
emotions flower and bloom deep inside my onyx kingdom
there whispers the gardener
tending the rows of poppies
in deep shades of burgundy sadness

he understands my melancholy
he cultivates the pain of the feeling to find the truth of me
plucking the weeds I try to conceal myself with
hidden within is true beauty

the tree of life stands center in my sacred garden
the breath of life holds me up when I wilt under a stoic sun
ancient guardians watch on
as I evolve and grow from newling to woman

a beautiful flower in his garden dream
a handmaiden of wisdom
his handiwork made manifest in the flesh

the soul of me by grand design...immortal