Poppy

 

She gathered the poppies, around his graves grew

Her eyes glistening, moistened with dew

Eternal sleep, rest he craved and knew

After years of pain he labored through

Fields spattered with blood, where Eagles flew

O’er oceans deep and majestically blue

In remembrance, celestial trumpets blew

If only time can this pain undo

The spell that bound together the two

Souls in love, in death, his mourners few

Scattered like poppies, bleeding too

As he injected the sleepy opium in his veins and drew

His last breath in her arms, to his word true

Once a great Pilot, now lost to his crew

Time to bid this mortal World Adieu

Maxwell O’REILLY