let the petals caress your cheeks
take the skeleton key and gently slide it into the lock
let the bricks, aching with age let you pass
the rusted door slide open, so slowly
the weeds entangle your bare feet, cold and blue
The oxidization of copper door knobs as you follow the maze deeper
creeper, little flower so fresh and young
what are you looking for?
beneath the cemetery walls, where broken flowers come to meet
the willow tree the bends and dances in the light
and the clouds are a hush within the wind
what do you see, deep down, when you peer past the end?
is there light? is there day?
put the key back, close the door, let yourself back out
and visit the wonderland another day.
© Danielle Willard, 2018. All rights reserved.