The days that we meet are the
days that we’re born
Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again
of the ashes from randomness or pain,
or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment
We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love
Raised of the love of our creator, creators, and creations
Pathways reveal themselves though cloaks and shrouds,
and illuminate through fiery incisions.
Enchanted lifetimes where origin is risen again
of the ashes from randomness or pain,
or from pillars of understanding and enlightenment
We refresh and begin anew with the ones we love
Raised of the love of our creator, creators, and creations
Pathways reveal themselves though cloaks and shrouds,
and illuminate through fiery incisions.
the cycle we tune ourselves into,
until some crucial moment turns itself inside-out,
like the first break of sun into dawning skies
This is the moment when you two have become
beacons in the die-cast mold of a hardened world,
or reflections of color and illuminating beauty
raised in the shine of your redemption and love
MM 7.16
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