Will You join me in the land of dreams?Just for a spell
We can admire the poppies as they blow in the breeze like paper butterflies
To cocoon our senses, while Hypnos sprinkles sleep
If you’d rather
I’ll even let you choose the gates from which we pass
I promise not to let your teeth fall out if we enter through those of ivory
And if you find yourself hanging from a cliff
I’ll fashion fancy pillows to cushion your fall
If you choose the weathering of horn,
And are handed a lemon that puckers your lips,
We’ll knock at the cave of Morpheus, and ask to spare some poppyseed and a cup of sugar
Together we’ll make a cake as sweet as the petals at the entrance to the gates
And when we journey home
Toward the sun and western waters of Oceanus
We’ll take a souvenir from the garden
A handful of seeds from the poppies that we’ll keep in a jar
In the years to come, if we never return together and your personal Phobetor pays you an untimely visit
I hope you’ll recall our time in the land of dreams
the perfume of flora pumping through your veins and the satisfaction of sweet cake in your belly
That the memory is enough to brave the gates of horn in solitude
And ask Phantasos for some sugar