Canvas

A sea of red lays far ahead,
I wonder what it is.
I’m curious and I’m prepared
To know its mysteries.

And I come closer to the sea,
A sea of vivid red.
Its sight erases misery,
Engulfs me in a trance.

A sea of poppies everywhere,
Each full of promises.
Freedom of mind they all declare,
And unknown liberties.

I don’t look back, I don’t regret,
I lay down among red.
The world around me I forget
And no more tears I shed.

I’m now aware of my own red
That’s pulsing in my veins.
The poppies and the blood are meant
To show me victories.

I rise above the ancient world,
All stained with sorrow, grey.
I paint with poppies, all so bold,
My art knows no decay.

– Patricia