Comtemplative 3
The Paper Unfound
Inspiration to mind and thought I perceived
Evolved and transformed to paper with ease
Reality and truth in me deceived
The woolly cloth stayed taught over my eyes
My muse ever caught behind a guise
No pastoral, metaphysical, or even the obvious was in my eyes
I reach for the treasure beyond my sight
But ever striving is the writing I seek yet slain
As Tantalus's water was just beyond thy reach to gain
Is this thy own impotence self taught
Lose the mind, the word, the thought
Anger and pain all unbridled or the writing pain
I give thee time and emotion, my love, was I insane
As singing requires total realization with concentration
Resounding and ringing with body and beauty and such force
So is that what thou wants, to gain in the end
I give thee my mind and heart with no remorse.
Copyright 2000 Joe S. Lee