Papavereceae

About the healing powers and addiction of the poppy.

In the spring upon the yellow meadow,

The supple sun incubates the flowers as they grow.

Angels cry--teardrops descend,

The bulbous golden cups (one by one) distend.

Comfort and joy, a means to regain

Pleasant well being while easing the pain.

An elixir containing divine benediction;

To free me from this horrible addiction.

Beautiful flower--medicinal herb--

A means to ascend with a value superb.

Destroy the crops (all dark and gray)

For in the meadows the cherubs play.

They laugh and sing the most beautiful song;

But they’ll fall asleep if they play too long.

That’s okay, there’s nothing wrong with sleep;

What good is a meadow without wooly white sheep?

And even as they sleep they’re watched over well

By the Archangel Maldonado and the Shaman Asael.

California poppy: you go by many names;

But none of which are Opium (notorious for its disclaims).

I hide behind my smile when you cross my lips

Like the sun behind the moon during an eclipse.

And when the sun has departed and the moon stands alone

A slumber I must conceal; but still, the pain is gone.