'Born... in this Guise'

As the sun is
to rise
stars, a twinkle
in the eyes
moon is
on a dark night
a sheen  
'pon a lake...
it's light

everything
being relative
relative, to every thing
n' being...

in particular,
to the keen ocular
thy peripheral,
 beneficial
to seeing...

water 'shed'
from clouds' high
as the window's seal
tries to steal
it's cry...

the thunder roars
n' ejects
a boom
a sea-set
to swell
to new heights soon...

the death of
something old
a birth of
something 'sowed'

it's that ever
familiar ying n' yang
forever being told...

please excuse
my muse
if perturbed
by what
it's relaying
-but
SO MUCH
 is relevant
 is all I'm saying...