Thunderclouds above me, rumble, shudder with held rain.
But I see clouds of white, cotton balls on azure plain.
Shadowed night has fallen, darkness drinks the gold of sun.
Sipping silver moonshine brings on very, merry fun.
For all beginnings end as each ending must begin
And both are both the same seen with eyes of chameleon.
Some look in, and some look out, but all look to the soul,
Seeking out, through joy and pain, the milk to make it whole.
Wishes live forever, yet strong spirits can be broke.
Laughter's healing salve is found within a simple joke
Feel the touch of rain. Sup on night's ephemeral taste.
Ne'er again shall shadow come and make your life a waste.