A cow's tint

On ambiguities of life

For every cloud walken

there is a cow's tint

weaved within

the rain's instance

I know not of life

outside this shelled trance

only to be broken by dance

if ever there was strife

There is only trifles

of panic, trembling chaos

a colded, chained action

trying only in trepidations of rain

There is hope

every day's brightest

every cold's harvest

there is hope of redemption's seed

Yet the fires of demons

threaten a fury

there must be rains

to one day quench fire

And in the end be once --

more

The ying

and

the yang

In cloud's break we will always

find a moment's rays

to give trepidation the courage

in a word is stored

Hello. 

and Goodbye!

an introduction, and an end.

Reviews

[angel]

Very nice...just one, small correction: YIN and yang, as opposed to ying.
Inconsequential, but I am a perfectionist...
Opposites, they say, attract. I'll go one further, along with you; they're necessary.