I welcome them with the innocent love of the day I met you.
I let them pass with the wise love that hugged you farewell.
The eternal love?
No, for still I cling to this cycle.

My energy attracts you.  My love let's you fly.  But then you don't need me.  I cry at the divine.

Just another mundane winter's day to most -- which only contributes to the miracle.

Mind the slow patterns; they carry the ancestral knowledge.  How close must you get before the sky reveals itself?

A box for a box for that which cannot be named.  What a wondrous affair..

The pale blue atmosphere is gentle and kind, but somber and reserved.  This, too, shall pass.

In times of shadow, know that the background creates the fore-
And they are both right here