A poem.

Opium

The smell of dense mystery –
The encounter of an enigma.
The poppy field ripples in awe,
Thrash and cry out frail.
The plains stretched on only to graze a river.
The water sings as the rain orchestrates.
Poppy pods nod and the wind enchanted,
Dance along, dance.
Waltz with the waning sun across the universe,
With I and only no one else.
The smell of dense mystery –
The encounter of an enigma.