Lilith

The Garden blossoms well, my dear, As there you wait for me But do not think to take my soul I will not bow to thee And I will sit beyond, my dear, (The Dark Moon high above) One hundred buds each day shall die Before I give my love This flower to your call won`t bend Nor will I lie beneath For from the earth, as you, I came I`ll bear no bridal wreath The Garden blossoms well, my dear, The mirror calleth me The Other World shall be my home Throughout eternity (For readers who may not be familiar with the story of Lilith, may I suggest that you research it on the internet - this will clarify the meaning of this poem) - Val D