After extinguishing the flame that ends The Day,
we step outside,
seeking you through the fog of our breath.
Once you were worshipped,
but we,
followers of The One,
honor the creator, not the created.
Yet we bind our fortunes to you,
as you grow and then fade,
so we rise and then fall,
and being diminished,
watch with hope your renewal.
Every cycle we return,
sending blessings to you,
leaping, leaping, leaping, to reach you,
earthbound,
we fall back,
unjoined.