On a Grey Thread/Poppy Song
Poppy Song
Love in a garden of poppiesPlaying at living life,Love with smiles in her speech,Love dancing at dawnIn a garden of flushed pink poppies.
Love, unsmiling now,At noon in the garden of poppies,With a laugh under her eyelids,Fear deep in her eyes,And tangled with her hair,Sighs and a struggling joy.
Love, with a dim, strained face,At night in the garden of poppies,Her lips crushing the bloomFrom the fairest flower there.Love drunk with the wineShe has drawn from the poppy's heart:Love with death at her breasts.
Love at the end of nightShaded by drooping poppies;Love with scattered hairAnd strange stains on her lips.Love with death at her breasts.