Lilith Revisited by M Wilson

i remember eden said lilith
and she laughed her brittle laugh
i remember the way he used
to hold me touch me kiss me
but that one thing
that one little thing
i couldn't let him have
it would have been too much
for me to lose of myself
that silly girl he has now
with her pretty vacant smile
will be whatever he wishes
but she will never dance in the night
with hot-blooded demons
nor will she soar to touch
the face of her father
i alone fly i alone dance
i am the keeper of worlds
she said pretty worlds
of fire orange and lusty violet
i am the singer
of the songs that make men weep
i am the weaver
of tales and cloth and lives
my scissors at the ready
i am the first-born daughter
of the god himself
when he lay with the night wind
my true mother
i am the watcher in the eventide
when that cursed sun is gone
and the stars can caress my wings
i am the maker of shadows
the caster of dreams
who tastes the first sweet drops
of a boy's youth
i am the shaper of young girls
from whimpering cowering toys
to women with thoughts and strengths
beyond those of their sons
who are you little girl
who thinks herself the mother of humanity
and dares to own my eden
power life mystery joy
these are the fruits of my one tree
bitter-sweet and always ripe
they sting my throat
but open my eyes
to wonders beyond heaven

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