Behind the Veil I hear the call...
The smell of poppies overwhelms all.
I feel beckoned from beyond,
Should I answer? Or respond?
The curiosity blooms like a weed,
Revelry aged like wine or mead.

{ The poppies waft, dazzling my senses, }
{ Consuming, enlivening, no pretenses.  }

They called Your name in the streets,
Answering to serve with sweet treats.
Childlike Urchin in Ivory attire,
Inner voice of simple desire.
Wanting, needing and yet more,
Feeling my own inner child soar.

{ The scent of poppies beckon more now, }
{ I wonder, yet fear, following Thou.   }

Then the Dancer when Persayis ascended,
Coruscating, entrancing, very splendid.
So many facets, it's hard to pick one,
I know evermore, they'll never be "done."
The Beckoner beyond the Maze was new,
And felt even more to me true.

{ Seeking the poppies' smell, offering devotion, }
{ I worship from afar no matter the ocean.       }

Scarlet Wings so red like blood,
Flanking Your Divine Moth-y bod,
An aspect that intrigues me truly,
Because I imagine so much beauty.
Above all, Scarlet Goddess reigns,
With many faces and many names...

{ Dare I part the Veils to know?          }
{ To finally see what the Poppies bestow? }