Some degree of trepidation it takes to be fond
of unsighly snakes of various makes;
some unfrozen water's left in the pond
concealed as fakes by ice & flakes.
Some residue precariously remained
when trading joy for distress;
some anonymous are found amongst those named
and some wakefulness despite weariness.
Some degree of pain results in spiritual gain
and warmth, youth & vigour are cradled by old & cold;
in repetition again obscure realises main
reminiscent of many tales told.
Some sun still hides behind thunder so loud
as not one, but many in sorrow opt for shroud;
some lucidness is in sleep & weariness in awake
as equal in importance as make & break.
Some shapes materialise in straight line bend
and some restful truth evades lying;
some stangers are but yet an unmet friend
as here, there & everywhere life's left despite dying.
