Mind of April

paper garden

finding carrots

in your paper garden, empty still
there's a memory, an ache, a sound
the void of pages, let them fill
until lost reveries are found

dig into the ground, plant the seeds
watch words blossom and grow
turning into worlds, quiet and slow
water them with dreams and needs

follow the white bunny
as it hops from plot to plot
turning tragedy into funny
nothing into a lot

let yourself fall into the rabbit hole
as you are pouring out your soul
surrender to the ink
and deeper you will sink

glasshouse heat increases
break yourself into pieces
then give those pieces names
let them walk into the flames

creation once born and grown
every leaf, sheet, fields burn down
somewhere between relief and pain
but drops like rain never fall in vain

and if this is how it ends
there's no need to be sorry
a happy ending depends
on where you stop the story

sometimes even leaving is kind
when you leave something behind
a flower, a carrot, ashes or ember
a spark, a seed someone will remember