For Maher. I cherish our talks.
There was a voice, and we listened,
When we had only our skin and the sky.
There was a flame, and we warmed ourselves by it,
When we had only our skin and the sky.
There was a well, and we drew from its depths,
When we had only our skin and the sky.
There was a stone, and we built upon it,
When we had only our skin and the sky.
There was a firmament, and we watched it with rapt eyes open…
When we had only our skin and the sky.
There was a truth, and we knew it…
When we had only our skin and the sky.