
The Bliss of With · by James Broughton
You have come to me out of the antiquities
We have loved one another for generations
We have loved one another for centuries
You teach me to trust the voices of my voices
You teach me to believe my own believings
You touch the palpability of my possibles
Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal
Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians
We remain open night and day to transcendence
You are incompletely disguised as a mortal
You are the eternal stranger I have always known
I saw your wings this morning
I saw your wings