Poppyfields

I scrub my blackened feet
 Scrape off the caked on grime of the street
 I wash my hands and face
 Of the Worldly soot that accumulate
 In the day-in day-out farcical strife
 In the humdrum of everyday life
 And I enter my home clean
 Step up to the hearth I've deemed my own
 I sit down on the bidet
 And shower my flower of the decay
 That sets in when she lets in a guest
 For recreation no creation, her slight protest
 And I enter my bed clean
 Lay down my head and dream of another world
 The desert springs to life
 The golden chaparral gives up her rights
 To poppy fields for miles
 And purple lupin lavender behind
 Another world
 Waking with the sun
 The poppy petals peel back to open
 And turn the hills orange
 To start another cycle of seasons
 Another world
 We dance as whooping cranes
 Who once again have found their lifetime mates
 We bound across the plains
 Roll down slopes, fill our white coats with stains
 Of another world
 We come to rest as one
 At the bottom of the hill, start to make love
 We lean against the earth
 Rocking back and forth and back and forth, back and forth
 Another world
 Under a wild sky setting sun
 We ride the waves towards something still to come
 Another world