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.