Calm and peaceful,
my day fades out.
Contemplation
Floating composure
touches me lightly,
contacts me there,
where wounds open
and relieves, like balsam, the pain.
Contemplation
Many was trying, today.
A torrential stream, full of negative energy.
But not enough of this black power,
to stir up displeasure and fear in a dimension,
which would force me,
to see this day as my enemy.
Contemplation
I only can feel it
as a glowing hot sword,
but cold and blunt
the edge is quickly
defeatd by the
Contemplation.
