Do you like lavender or poppies?
Both will put you right to sleep.
Dreamfields lush with flower trances
In valleys six feet deep.
Those who sleep to dream to die
Live in honourary toasts.
While girls who’ve died within my dreams
Become like living ghosts.
If dreams are the subconscious mind
Existing in between
What we know and what we don’t,
Then is death like a dream?
Perhaps poppies are to lavender
What dreaming is to death:
The difference is what lies between
A nap and your last breath.
