i come to you

i come to you

i have been searching for you for aeons

and your resonance has glowed within my soul

i have followed the flame

and the glow of your light

has directed me

through the presence of night

i come to you

sweet communion

was the order of the day

all he longed for was peace

a place where he may lay his head

and rest

he drew his sword for battle

and though he sought

to vanquish the enemy of the land

the enemy within

was the Demon

he wished to slay

this day

he saw no other alternative

but to fight to his death

to give his life

to the higher order

of defending all that he loved

yes he drew his sword

in accord

to a warriors duty

and honor

the odds were against

that any

of his comrades

would survive

he liked those odds

for finally

he would be liberated

from the anguish

of being separated

all these aeons

from that which he needed

the other half of his soul

i come to you

it was so many life times ago

he could vaguely remember

when she was banished

vanquished

from the court

for having his child

yes, they had defiled

the established dictums

the rules of order

the modicum of behavior

for she was beneath his stature

he was of sovereign blood

i come to you

it was beginning

to come back to him now

resonant memory

like the sun

shimmering upon the lake that day

when she taught him the way

and revealed the path

of a higher order

where borders

and restraints

to ones passions

no longer appeared

as real

he was feeling something

new

and he knew

that this journey

she led him on

was more than a simple quest

more than a test

more than but another conquest

it was a liberation of sorts

and the only retort

he could muster

was acquiescence

to the lesson before him

as the flower of a lighted consciousness

began to unfold

her flesh told stories

of bliss

found in but a single kiss

upon her lips

where his sensualities

became alive

and now in remembrance

of that which transpired

so many lifetimes before

here he stood at the door

of a weariness of soul

and no thought any longer

could cajole him

to wish to proceed

in his search

for this flame

his twin

who made him whole

yes he was tired

yet spirited

as a warrior should always be

and as he drew his sword

from its sheath

for the final time

there was a glimmer of light

reflections from the Sun

a glint

that immobilized

this fleeting introspective moment

and he remembered

the shimmering

upon the lake that day

where he lay beside her

when she taught him the way

the path to a higher order

where borders

and restraints

to ones passions

no longer appeared

as real

and in solemn silence

he spoke these words

i have been searching for you for aeons

and your resonance has glowed within my soul

i have followed the flame

and the glow of your light

has directed me

through the presence of night

and this day

i come to you

(c) 6 October 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.