The universe is round,
And all things within it.
There is no end of the rainbow,
No end of the world,
No end of life.
We know when we awaken that sleep will return
And when born, that we will die.
The rainbow meets the horizon
And there we think it ends,
For we can see no further.
And so we sleep, we die,
Not knowing that night always passes
And morning will always come.
In the way of the moon
We wax and wane
Yet, like the moon, always retain
Our essence.
In the way of the sun
We rise and fall and rise
In birth and death
We open and close our eyes.
Such is the way of all things.
But there is a time between times--
A time between day and night,
A shade between black and white.
It is the place of first breaths
And the place where we breathe our last.
It is a joy so sharp it becomes death,
And a pain so deep it becomes life.
They are two edges on the same sword
And two handles on the same cup.
It is at these places between
That we see the greatest truths.
At noon on the longest day
We see the death of the Summer King
As he leaps in the dance of days.
We will see the setting of the sun,
And the moon will rule her time,
But in the darkness of the longest night
When black winter gives birth to light
The end of the beginning
Will begin to end again.