-Joanne Rand 2021
Standing in a darkwood in my tattered nightgown,
Candle held before my bare feet on the ground.
Maggots in my head won’t give me any peace.
The trees are growing wild; the sun is going down.
Oh, the way in was filled with sunshine,
Sweet meadows on a Sunday afternoon.
And I thought it would last forever,
But day’s gone too soon.
…
Worry lines betray my storied fascination
In these ancient redwoods, in this archetypal room,
Ready to do battle with life and death before me
My bare feet on the ground and the sun is going soon.
Oh, the way in was filled with sunshine,
Red madrones holding out their arms,
But the evening is closing in now
And this old wood has lost her charms.
In the treetops the sun’s still golden,
But roots yawn cavernous and black
How I wish I could part this darkwood,
But I can’t turn back.
…
Standing in a darkwood in my tattered gown
And the mountain lions prowl.
Massive godlike trees with mythical properties,
Illuminate me now!
How I wish that I had a guardian,
Someone watching over me,
But there’s no one to put my faith in,
‘Cept my own two trembling feet.
…
Standing in a darkwood in my tattered gown
And I’m yearning for a friend,
‘Cause God only knows what’s coming around
The next ugly bend.
This old wheel of life keeps turning
And I keep holding on,
But there’s a wind up ahead that will be me
When I’m gone.
…
This old wheel of life keeps turning
And I keep holding on,
It’s the journey of generations
DNA song
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