just like the tides ebb and flow
the fire will die
and all will be cold
the sun will be gray, dim, and low

the cold darkness that has descended
will fall over and over again
every day will dawn beneath the same black sky
the wheel will groan in its exhausted turn
dreaming of the time when fire becomes all

how i long for that darkness
far away where time can not reach
where form cannot take root
where the motion of being must cease
i long for an end to the cycles
an end to the ebb and flow

long have i waited
long have i travelled
in circles going nowhere
to see your beauty
a wall of water eclipsing the sun
a howling fire burning the clouds