Friday, November 21, 2014


Lilith took a stroll and never came back

Some speculate

It was for this reason or that

I think she was just tired

Of being stuck in that garden

Where everything was perfect

So much so

No one had to think for themselves

They would never see the beauty in mistakes

In flaws  

I think, she thought

She wondered

What was just beyond

The edge of that garden

Lilith needed more than Adam could give her

She needed to see where the horizon ended

And dawn begins in the morning

Like Kerouac needed the countryside

Like W. H. Davies needed a life on the rails

Lilith had to see where the rivers flowed and disappeared in the distance

Where the moon falls into darkness

And the stars light up the night

Where thunderstorms roll over the mountains

And lightning’s jagged lines split in the sky

Where the oceans are as blue as turquoise

And canyons echo your every sound

Like a perfect orchestra  

Yes, Lilith was not made from a rib

She was made to roam

This poem is from my book : Petals Falling

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