Before we were we,
I wonder –
Was there a you,
was there a me?

When you are the silvery wick
and me the flickering flame
do you solely burn me
or am I instead to blame?

When you are the polka-dot cup
and me the flavored tea
do people hold you up
or do their palms enfold me?

When you are raw rhythm
and me the underlying verse
have you welcomed me in
or did I call you first?

When you are the pillar
and me the trustworthy wall
will you take care of me
or shall I give it my all?

When you are the cherubic sun
and me the radiant ray
do they call out to you
or is it for me they pray?

When you are the merry dawn
and me the sultry night
do you give birth to the day
or do I have that right?

Before we were we,
I wonder again –
Was there ever a you,
was there at any time a me?