The Contemplative

In distant lands which stretch & bind One can appease the inner swell in their mind Through dusk to its break away in dawn We have planted our seeds now lets sing a happy song A heart with pure lasting sentiment lost in plight The contemplative takes off on some flight To rest among the ashes falsely scattered in the night To sound the chime in respect to solace The switch at the side of the door left unaided latch The contemplative... A deep resounding reflective look by which to ponder its scope Among the all consuming twisted weeds & thorns to cope Yet still brandished by its complex chastening The rudimentary journey for the contemplative... A seed of joy springs through its sprinkled rudimentary equation The contemplative is arranged in a quaint yet vast excursion The thought of laughter in the face of pain In line toward singing outside in the rain The contemplative reflects...