Suggested Listening: Max Richter - Maria, the Poet (1913)

The horizon is dim, but waxing.

the morning, chilly and dewdropped.

i set the toaster and you walk to the porch

where you read the morning like a newspaper.

i have seen eternity in the light between our eyes.

in bodies made sacred by the closeness they share

and the millions of steam droplets that rise from our flesh.

whether friends or lovers in lifetimes to come,

no foe or distance may shatter this,

our breaths as one, our desires forgotten,

the moment our souls became complete.