In mid-flight, I heard your call,
Never knowing it was you at all.
As I neared the tallest hills,
My eyes caught sight and I was stilled
In the being of you:
Trickling words, algorithms of many hues.
Days, weeks, hours all passed,
I finally know at last,
Wherever I go, you will be.
We are utterly each other’s key
To our future prime.
We’ve given up being blind.