Contemplation

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.