Crone Lilith
I am Crone
I have bones that can ache without provocation
I have a heart that can break with remembrances
And never exactly mend.
I have wishes that may never come true
For As many impossibilities now exist as
Possibilities but…
My mind has grown into a strange thing
Not remembering how old it actually is
For that I would need a mirror
In dreams, however, I still court young men
Some who love me some who don’t
Parade through corridors of houses
The slim, the fit, the fat, the strong
They chase me, I chase them
The bald, the poets, the dancers or the smug
In a land of faces that seem familiar
Yet whom I have never known.
Sometimes in cars but mostly in bedrooms we roam
Make your bed and lie in it says mother
Ah, but Each house opens to a 1000 possibilities
How can I choose when I find rooms
I didn’t know existed
Scattered about a landscape strewn with flowers
As spider spins her silver web
Catching daytime impossibilities I occupy
Dream rooms and couple with dream lovers.
May you understand if one day I choose not
To awaken.
For At night, surely, I grow the wings of Lilith
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