Every Cloud Has a Silver Lining

Every ebony cloud has a silver lining, 

Every dense night has a luminous florid dawn. 

I shall negotiate with dark phases for hopes to impregnate, 

With new rays stimulating within, all dismal and remorse are withdrawn. 

Never will I evaluate the stains of slur to be my disgrace, 

Let them be sentinels to guide my feasible morns.

Never lament bygone trice that has escaped from hand, 

For a new arora will peek at horizon and a new path it shall adorn. 

Morning shows the day and the day shows night

From lacuna of night upsurges a new morning so bright