Eva Colombo, Lilith’s mirror
The moon is Lilith’s mirror, the rays of the sun at sunset are the teeth of her
comb. Remember these words, remember them as something beautiful to think of
when you are unable to sleep, like a Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s painting or a Led
Zeppelin song. Remember October 24, 1970. Below the horizon, Lilith seized the
moon like a mirror and brought it near her face. Just above the horizon, the
dying sun moved our souls and showed our shadows the way of the rebirth. All of
a sudden Lilith was there, on the road which wound in front of us: white like
the moon, red like the sun at sunset, beautiful like something that can be held
in dreamland only. She was walking towards us and at each step she seemed to
stir up the wind, a wind which whispered a tune cold like the moon in the
October sky, burning like the autumn leaves at sunset. But when it seemed to us
possible to skim her, Lilith wound herself like a snake around a tree trunk and
vanished. You rushed at that tree which in the last light of sunset was like
gold and you scratched your hands against its bark and you felt your hands
stained with the juice of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge. With your blood –
stained fingers you wrote your name on the hedge of the road, then the sun fell
behind the horizon and you fell with the sun. The moon rose, read your name and
smiled: she was aware that your shadow knew the way of the rebirth. |
