Lilith and Eve

Dream the impossible dream for me, mother-
	I ask an unansw'rable question tonight;
Stare through the eye of the storm in the darkness-
	I reach the unreachable star through its light.

The King told the page-boy to walk in his footsteps-
	I choose between paths as they enter the wood;
His tracks are soon covered by Eastern-star snowflakes-
	I'm told neither left-hand nor right-hand is good.

Tell me why some trees in Spring cannot blossom?-
	I fear that my roots have since died and decayed;
What shall sustain me through Winter's white fury?-
	I wonder if good seed would not be dismayed.

The garden once lost and the lifetime it gained me-
	I pick my own fruit and my own cross to bear;
Creation is singing off-key good intentions-
	I find that the world's but a flow'r and a faire.

This melody's dissonance strikes at my eardrums-
	I follow the echoes through seasons of time;
A harmony's life is as brief as the bell tolls-
	I stand on the bridge dressed in riddle and rhyme.

--Megan Morris, meikundayo@yahoo.com