An open letter to Adam, from Lilith

January 24, 2014

Dear Adam,

Do you remember the garden?

Does the wind take you there still?

In waves and hurricanes of memory and emotion, does that land there return?

To there that place from whence I was expelled,

Among pride and fervor out to hell,

Cast out by God and chased till day,

Three angels did avail.

Be still dear Adam, for I sure do,

And though my time now follows through

100 of mine but yours too I shall call

And freedom comes despite my fall

Rest sound, dear Adam, my life lies anew

And hell abounds in your life now too.

Of freedom I wake and of truth I sow

A woman above all, yet none shall know.

And thus I, Lilith, hath risen above:

Above that man whom cried for my love

And does still Adam wish me below?

I rise on wings of earth and bone.

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