Sung at the turning of every cycle
, in seven verses ,
We are not the moon, but the listening for it.
What is silver was once water; what is water was once song.
The candle is older than the flame it bears.
There is a thread between us , do not pull, only follow.
Of the seven moons, six are remembered. The seventh remembers us.
Speak only what the silence has already said.
When the cycle closes, do not weep. Begin again.