Day's light dims into the night, night's dark brightens to day.
In dawn and dusk, hours of twilight, strong passions have their way.
Flame shoots up from unlit coals, as life springs from Death's keep.
Broken women, remade whole, strong men, break down and weep.
Talons of the once bright bird, jut up from feathered ash.
They spring to life with ne'er a word, the sky they claw and slash.
The form that's formed upon the ground, into the air takes flight.
Eyes in ecstasy are drowned, then clear with sudden sight.
Corkscrewed lives of shadowed past, do sally forth to dance.
Times of happiness that last, then pass without a glance.
The mantis prays to wake the dead, then runs from those who long,
Nigh dead fires are slowly fed, thus feeding bright heartsong.
And so the night follows the day, as day chases the night.
This circle of life shall e'er hold sway, for it is good and right.
For in the spinning of the earth, all lessons will be learned
Thus to the heavens of our birth, our souls shall be returned.