Pages of the Past

When I dare return to the pages of my past Turning each one with embarrassment and shame With regret, remorse and self incrimination I finally come to you Like purifying balms you came to me Luring me gently with a smile and touch To be the best I could lest you be disappointed To create another page of my indictments You taught me of the simplicity of life “What do you want to do today?” “I want to be happy” And you reduced life itself to its foundation “It’s something to do” You taught me about priorities and philosophy “Worry . . . . if that’s really what you want to do Or we can go to the lake and count the swans” And like all things, the problems disappeared The challenges, goals and ambitions melted into folly And the reasons for all things homogenized into us And the enchantment of coffee-flavored kisses On a bright and promising morning Became our religion, hope, destiny and dream And it was beautiful then . . . . in a two room flat In the Alps of a city where love once lived