Yin And Yang Poem by Madison Montgomery

Where are you Yang?
Trapped immensely in the brain,
Seeking shelter from the fading rain,
Dripping drops of minutes through time?
Each clustered dropp is a memory of mine.
What is rain's yin-but time?

Are you sleeping peacefully
Within the ocean of my dreams?
Are the waves more heavy than imaginary?
Can you swim to where you cannot see-
Who is sleep's yin other than the sea?

Is the truth your friend or
Are you destiny's hand,
Which is to be the end-
An effigy flourished by heaven
Or the senseless ebony of nothing?
'Philosophy is forever dead, '
Thus says the wise man,
Who follows no where to the promise land.
Who is Reality's yin-is always uncertain.

Before I give in to the burdens of the day;
I will find you Yang!
I will search the universeve til I find your corpse
In the casket of everything.
Stopping the rain to finally awake
And protecting philosophy from It's fate
By shattering the mirror of opposite ways-
I have found you Yin-
As Yang.