I laid a field of poppies,
To put my dreams to rest.
I sowed the seeds and did great deeds,
To reap what I deemed best.

Infantile wishes,
those infantile goals,
crushed amongst the pollen,
of the poppy’s gold.

I did not know the sea breeze would pass,
through the valley of my soul,
and lift the slumber that held them tight,
and make them known once more.

I thought I killed my wishes,
but now they come in droves.
From death do my dreams arise,
to choke me down deep inside.

The seventh day was over long ago,
Time decays and things grow old,
You are gone, the Earth has you now,
And yet I still find you somehow.

Where you once sat, a shade appears,
Where you once laughed, an echo rings,
Where we once danced, your touch grows near,
Where we once slept, my body stings,

I can still feel you in my heart,
And it feels that we’re not apart,
Why would you leave me behind here,
Alone on this accursed sphere.

You were the brightest of my day,
You were the stars of my dark night,
We were happy, just this past May,
We shone with joy, that gleaming light.

She holds you now, in her embrace.
Is it cold, under nature's grace?
I am old, she will hold me soon.
Make sure to wait for my own doom.