LET IT GO.
Father, not of me but of all (Adam, I'm told his name was) was built from Earth. He was built from dirt and trees and flowers from the meadows. Father is strong, tough and unmoving in his convictions. For him, there is no gray in the monotone, just black and white (wrong and right). But, I am told, I am not like my Father. I do not allow myself to be moved by old words because they were written by older folk; I am open, smooth – lacking absolute conviction, which I am told isn't as horrible as they would tell me in church. I am moving, I am convincible and I am believing and ignorant. Although, if I am not like my father, who am I like?
There is the other (whose name is forbidden here in our gracious land of God but I heard them whisper Lilith, Lilith, Lily, Liar under their breaths). The other was made from flames and passion from the core of Earth. The other was personification of, not destruction as they told me in school and once more in Church, but change. She (as I assume, for she was always referred to as 'wife, first fire, wretched witch') built herself up to burn the tree that kept Father strong and to make him cave to her will. First wife of Adam, I am told, did not understand subtlety.
Second wife (dearest Eve, of innocence and naivety) was built from the air and sea. She was the beautiful thing that caved in the rock at the shore and floated the leaves of the tough, unmoving trees. She swayed him, her husband, the Earth. She dared, before God, to beg for her sister's – Flame Girl - forgiveness (they weren't, I am told be Church folk, they weren't sisters, but I am told that Church fold see only blood. Lilith and Eve were so much more than blood). The air could sway the passionate flame; the water could soften it. She calmed her sister with smooth, cool whispers. She understands that once upon a time these flames were not harsh. These flames were once light.
Unmoving convictions rooted in the Earth, passionate flames and the swaying wind/soothing water.
(We, I smile, should start the revolution against these.)
And with sea breeze breath Eve whispers, "Lilith, breathe."
(—hanging over the edge, never allowed to have a woman's greatest joy her own, she pleaded for forgiveness. Not for her self (never for herself because she didn't do anything wrong) but for the only thing she cares for – pretty little orphaned human that lacks the flame, the wind or the earth, but she loved as her own. She begged for the only thing she ever held as a love. God is revengeful and never forget punishments. No matter how much the wind sings to him, "Let it go, baby.")
SATELLITES in the SKY.
From the moment I am born, I am told stories of the old days. I am told stories of wildfires and the whispering sea – of the One We Not Dare Speak Of (Lilith) and Mother Eve. I am told of how Eve calmed the fire inside her sister, but dare not control her. "It is okay, Wildfire, breathe. I'll never leave," sealed with a kiss, this was her plea.
I am told of a childish devil and how Adam and Eve were never innocent. How Adam burned in hellfire and his pleas of mercy fell on deaf (hateful) ears. I am told of how Eve smiled and calmed the core, whispered moist wind into her sister's ear and saved the forest and fire alike. I am told of her she saved her sister from burning herself with a kiss, "My sister, sing to me, and sing to me. Please don't leave me."
As, once a time my/our/all Mother did, I kiss my greatest love as they falls. As he, mine alone, falls and becomes a wildfire as Original Fire did – with a hug and beg, "Come back to me, come back to me," and with a kiss. I am not the Wind as Eve or the Earth as Adam (or the forbidden Fire as Lilith) and neither is he. We are lost children at sea. God's forgotten generation (the Church will try and convince me otherwise) and the abandoned children of Adam and Eve. We aren't the fire or the Earth or the wind. We are new creatures in this world, bore from the old.
I am the Moon. He is the Sun. No longer are we so different as fire, wind/water, and earth. I hold his hand, we walk side-by-side and we are stars and satellites in this endless sky. We are the same light with a different touch. I am Sun. He is Moon.
No longer are we wildfires kept in a box as they try to tame the flame (and teach us party tricks) or the conviction-driven Earth or the swaying, whispering Sea and Air. We are new – daring. I am the white shining Moon and he is the beautiful burning Sun. We are the new Generation.
I will still listen to the told stories and learn from old mistakes. I never let the Sun become a Wildfire as the old ones did. I will never let him burn his loves or himself (or me).
Never will I lose my Sun.
Not like Adam, not like Eve.
(Oh, darling boy, breathe. Baby boy, stay with me.)
and we're the new generation; and we'll start the revolution.
1. - On Adam, Eve and Lilith. On the strong Earth, the soft Sea and the passionate Flame.
2. - Started as a character assessment on the Narrator, a boy she knows, and lovely Lilith. Last paragraph of 'LET IT GO' lightly refers to something I read on Lilith that stated, 'one hundred of her child will die a day' which a modified to 'she can't have children'. I'm pretty sure it was referring to 'demons' but, yeah.
3. - On how we're changed from Earth/Sea/Flame (so much difference) to satellites in the sky (so close, so far and that's alright).
4. - The two parts are loosely drawn together by topic (Lilith, Eve, Adam, Fire, Earth, Wind, ect.)
5. - One of the few, short, proses I've written lately.
6. - I don't hate this, I just don't love it.