Papa

New Poem for Eva (inspired by Lilith Nyx Branwen) BEFORE (By Jay Caraway) I'm so old I'm from the age of Gold Before Silver turned the seasons four and the winds cold I'm so lost by the Black sea tossed When my wings sagged weakly and my swept crossed I'm so blind now from an endless time The mere smell of Eva's hair resurrects Sublime I'm so far I'm like the faintest falling star That never shined next to Gods of Iron, Clay, and Tar