Poppy

I could hear the church bells starting to chime,
as you sent to me colourful pages of rhyme.
With fragrant words, to break down defences,
and awaken all of the sleeping senses.
Of a mind so closed, shut tight,
allowing not one spark of light,
neither in, nor out to escape
from within its ghostly, sullen shape.

To allow my darkened eyes to see,
and my silent ear, to hear, the verses speaking out to me.
To un-shackle thoughts that were draped in chains,
and the tethered restraints,
that held me in my tortured hell.
Until from the sky, your poppy petals fell,
to release the anguished spirits within me,
and once more set my heart and soul free.

Bryan x