Violet from Santa Ana by Ananga Martin

Hey Violet, it’s good to see you
My springtime babe come kiss my breast
Little indigo lover, I yield to your softness
I like the way you take the weight off my chest

I’m undressing the fences, pulling out the vines
They spread all over and do their best to mock the skies
I find it worthwhile digging thistle one by one
I found the remnants of my babies, buried and gone

You see, it wasn’t their time
So I let them go
It wasn’t their time
Dust to dust, ya know

I seared my eyes upon the sun
Now all of the yellow flowers have turned to orange
Found pieces of slate with worn out inspirations
The pieces of slate crumble in my hands

Their meanings have faded in time
So I let them go
Faded in time
Dust to dust, ya know

From root to crown runs a line of black and grey
And I can see where the one side took the rain
O,White Pine! Your limbs swirl in the breeze
So deceptingly soft, but you could take me out with ease

If it was my time
I’d have to let go
If the wind saw fit
Dust to dust, ya know?

It wasn’t their time
So we let them go
They would have been beautiful
Dust to dust, ya know?

• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Wheeling