Steps

It takes discipline
To not wallow in the sorrow
Abruptly brought to life by the unknown

One step at a time
We lift our feet and move forward
Ever so slowly, never quickening the pace

A flow of thought
Creeping like a monster in the night
Unable to see reason, trying to devour you

It takes discipline
To hold your ground, steady,
In the face of such worldly adversity

A hunger growing
We reach for the forbidden fruit
Ever so carefully, never tightening the grip

An eye opens
That of the witch, but also the demon
Undaunted by your carelessness, they see all

It takes discipline
To not lose oneself in contemplation
Of things sowed by the heart never sought by the head.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Reach – For Lilith

Some days I’m addicted
To the heartbreak,
The hard ache of knowing
I will never be the one.
Writing in cursive lines,
My mind wanders to strange places,
A fleeting moment where my hand
Plunges deep into my body,
To squeeze out the love,
And let it seep onto the floor.
Perilous belongings to the world of the night,
Make light of cold sheets,
And trembling lips.
The shadows unwind upon themselves,
Living in deeper creases
Than the love we share
When you hover near.

A new dawn brings a new day,
Where I wonder why
I ever believed my heart
Could break the stone of my resolve.
Like a child in need of guidance,
I welcome my wary insecurity.
Cradled safely in my arms,
I hush in her ear, caress her cheek
Remind her of the love she holds within.
“Lilith, dear,
Weep not for the lost,
For they are not your burden to bear.
Fear not for your soul,
For you are slave to no other.
Bear your love with pride, sweet Lilith,
For to desire the undesirable is simply a sign
That you fear your immutable strength.
You sway amidst the masked dancers,
Never quite here nor there,
Sometimes wanting what you cannot have,
As simply as opposites attract.
But no one will ever love you,
Sweet, darling, Lilith,
Because the greatest love you’ll know
Will always be the one you gift yourself.
Now. Always. Forever.”

Photo by Olexandra Pavlovka – “Self Hugging Project”

Wolf – For W

What will the Wolf say
When he stares the sun in the eyes?
When night becomes day,
Day becomes night,
And hard feelings fossilize into amber?
When Smouldering creativity
Meets twilight inspiration,
And the world fades away…

When I think of you,
I see shadows dancing on the moon
And faerie lights tickling the darkness.
A midsummer’s night’s dream
Created from the meetings of strange minds.
Perfected, time and time again.
One stroke, then another, sacredly
Etching, connecting, correcting,
Before sinking into contemplation.

An eternal carnival in your lair,
My body dies, divides, renews
Becoming one, yet another
With every step of our twisted process.
A mask within a mask,
Inspiration…
A pile of pigment between your fingers,
A pinch of this,
A dab of that;
With the heave of a breast,
Lilith the predator, becomes prey
Caught by a hunter more skilled than herself.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
Physical manifestations of primal dreams
Can tell no lies.
So, dig your claws into the fabric of my creation;
Let your hot breath linger,
As your teeth reach for my neck.
And tell me,
My humble predator…
What does it feel like,
When you’re howling at the sun?

Lifeless

TW/CW – abuse & trauma

When you hide his smile
All you see is the denial
Of the void he holds inside.

The cowardice of the unknown
Unbeknownst of his own desires
He sombered into the depths.

His tortured mind, fraught
Try as he might, he was never taught
To keep his head above water.

His knees buckle beneath
And his eyes see red
As he throws his beloved,
Back first into the metal bed.

She cries and screams,
Ripping herself open at the seams
She’d sworn she’d never do it,
No, not this time, not again…

He pleads and wails,
Takes the knife to his throat
Rife with regret, he boasts
She’s all too aware of his threat.

Aching from the pain,
Heartbroken and defeated,
She gives up, depleted
And takes him in her arms all the same.

If only she had seen then
The emotionless expression
Of his lifeless eyes.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

February

Originally written on February 8, 2014

As the brisk cold caressed our faces,
On this slow Sunday on a Saturday.
The Universe came to a halt.

I watched through the window,
A statuesque passerby smiling.
The traits of their frozen face,
Speaking a language beyond words.

On slow Sundays on a Saturday,
It feels like I’m floating above the world.
Every step feels like I’m on the moon.
Maybe the moon looks down on me,
Envious of my lack of gravity.

Slow Sundays on Saturdays,
Make the winter nostalgia lessen.
The numbing cold becomes Lavender,
Or a rainbow of Spring flowers.
The sound of a jazz piano,
Amidst the deafening silence of this day.

Come take a walk with me,
On this slow Sunday on a Saturday.
Watch the world through the eyes of
A minstrel of the moon…

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Anisoptera – For J

Ephemeral emerald iridescence
Envelops the fragility of your oblong form
Barely seen, a flutter of translucent wings
Surrenders your position, caught in a ray of light
Enticed by the Succubus, like a moth to a flame

Your many eyes see beyond her carnal shell
Contemplating the woes of the disconnected
Shimmering belonging, you glisten in the sun
Of the one you love, now, then, and tomorrow
Until the cycle starts anew; a natural order
Reborn from the cold, dark, depths of the pond.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved

Haven

Everywhere I look, you’re there, somewhere
A subtly stifled smirk, unbeknownst to others,
A mirrored image in the gleaming window,
The steady tap, tap, tap of the beat of a drum,
The crisp sound of shoes on freshly fallen snow.

When did you become my haven,
The place in which I’ll forever feel safe and warm.
An ocean of love, narrowly navigated by the few
Who can embrace unlikely truths and unusual encounters?

Kiss me on a stormy morning,
Wipe away my tears as the rain draws lines on the panes.
Pull me in close, against your beating heart,
Compel the pain away with your radiant heat.
Hold my cheek and urge me to sleep.

Version française

Havre

Partout où erre l’oeil, tu es là, quelque part
Un sourire narquois subtil, inconnu des autres,
Une image miroir dans une fenêtre luisante,
Le battement continu du tambour,
La clarté des pas sur une neige fraîche.

Quand es-tu devenu mon havre,
Le refuge où toujours je serai en sécurité
Un Océan d’amour, navigué tendrement par ceux
Qui enlacent les vérités des rencontres inhabituelles?

Embrasse-moi par une matinée tempétueuse,
Essuie mes larmes au rythme de la pluie sur les carreaux.
Tiens-moi fort, contre ton coeur battant
Éteins la douleur avec ta chaleur radieuse
Caresse ma joue et invite le sommeil.

© 2019 Lilith Ember All Rights Reserved