that is

that is

peace has surrounded me

much too long

i the warrior of love

have donned my armour

long ago

it’s weight

now wears my soul

drowning me

in the sorrows

of unanswered anticipation

my sword stands ready

to plunge to the depths

of your psychic begging

and release you

from the world of want

laying to waste

your anguish

for the final time

words could not soothe those desires

and all other gestures offered

were futile

the ways of peace time

i know not

for i am a warrior

i now drink from the cup of my angst

and my mouth is wet

as i envision

our coming engagement

where our hearts entangle

in the struggle of life’s reckoning

as we in union

give up the ghost

wed me my love

let our consummation

be eternal

and confirmed thus

let us resurrect

the hopes of the saints

that they made parade

down the streets of gold

in orgasmic celebration

the climactic throne awaits our presence

the Angels have scribed new song

penned with the blood and tears

of the children

who have yearned for freedom

from the vexations of man

our tears of absolution

shall join them

in the flow

and all sins remembered

shall be purged

from the soul of existence

we shall start anew

the Prophets

whose offered words

spoke of this day

will be liberated from task

shall become the light

they always were

and now we shall see

through that glass darkly

all eyes will be open

and then blinded

by the stellar brightness

as we transmute

all thought

with ecstatic clarity

let the battle begin again

i with me

me with love

for i come

to slay

that which inhibits

restrains

our recognition

that we are

love

and

that is that

© 1 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.