The First Days

 

The first days

All we had was just ourselves,

Respect was all we knew.

 

The first days

Before we find love’s fatal flaw

Hiding in all we do.

 

A time when we exist,

A time where we belong,

A time we are brand new,

Suspended in moments of honesty

When what we said flowed naturally

When things we did were true.

 

Amid the last days,

First days come to mind

Burning me with desire

As I search for feelings

That I may never find

Will stop this raging fire.

 

The first days

We were so very close

We didn’t have a clue

 

The first days

We’re so convinced

We no longer need pursue

 

The first days

When we create

Things we later mediate.

 

The first days

We hold in check

Words that will love wreck.

 

Those first days are so far away,

Fading into nothingness,

I keep them alive lest I forget

The measure of true happiness.

g. barr

Cairo, 15 August 1982