There is a place that I go to late at night when the moon is my friend.
As the owl travels onwards searching for a mate to share a song with
As the wolf mother and her cubs stealthily try to survive the odds
And the traps that man lay gobble us up into insignificance
Here I take out my keys and open the boxes that Pandora has left
Peeping inside to see the crocodile snapping her pearly teeth
She beckons me to have a closer look, daring me to connect
Some of the boxes have lids that slam shut as soon as I reach them
Steely boned fingers can not prize the welded facade of the mind
Scratches and claws, talons to behold, embedded on mother earth
Roots of life, all knotted up in the valley of betrayal
Box upon box of repressed memories, waiting to be liberated
A candle lit to illuminate our tears, mother earth and all her fears
We wreck her, we kick her, we treat her with contempt
Tree by tree, old now, their leaves unkempt
But somewhere in the garden of my soul
I will treat her with love and once again make her whole

ŠAnna Brown feb 2000

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