Sweet Martyr

Justice is the hour.This hour is the justice.The hour of justice now comes.After my soul was sentenced to two years hard labour where it sweated iron, iron weighed down by blue rust, now comes freedom.After years of humdrum 'hellos' and 'goodbyes', the girl I long for has finally exposed her heart to the perfect moonlight and she has been guided towards me at last.O yes I knew this day would come, thank you, Everything!

The river of my emotions
Burst its bank,
Fragile as it is.
Now it runs free.

Our first few weeks together were almost imploded by the magical explosions of the sensations of warm  first.First kiss; O sweet joy, her lips tasted of foaming sympathy exalted on the eye lids of winking stars.First night together; aged sheets made our midnight embraces feel like the full bright moon blanketed by young clouds.My body is a vessel; the wood skin breathes the air of tranquility, the decks of my hands are cleaned by rolling kisses, and the cabin of my mind hosts a party of love.

Sail with me
To unseen lands
As yet untouched
By a love such as ours.

The winter winds pushed in the clouds of cold signalling the coming of the season of work and saving.I gave no interest in work, I work enough hours to survive.One needs good vision to see through hard days of work; and I am blind! But my love she has a vision as clear as her silk eyes themselves.She works endlessly to save for our future and hers.I admired her so for it, and loved her all the more.But then there came a time, when the reins of life started slipping away from her overworked fingers, letting loose a horse that was ready to trample her under glittering hooves.

The moon no longer looked for her,
She no longer looked for the moon.
Anger devoured the children of kindness:
Tenderness and honesty.

I saw her fight insurmountable demonsl they consumed every mood, poked fun at her idle seconds and did away with her most natural of lusts.And the battle took a terrible toll on her and me.She couldn't love me as before, she barely saw me.Meeting with me meant a calculation.Now, I am patient, I could go weeks without human contact, something I learned the hard way; on burning charcoal of black hours.But what hurt me was seeing her change right in front of me.And her change...rot.I could smell her soul rotting in her very own body, a body that was made to enjoy life but was now instead being suffocated by it.

Hers was a situation like countless others,
But I could not watch her suffer-
A suffering she knew nothing of-
I had to free her.

One night she came over to my house after a long days work.She was exhausted, naturally.So we just sat on the couch and watched television.I use the term 'watched' loosely for all she did was sleep in my arms.Not a word said, not even quotes from a dream.I woke her up, and put on some music and turned it up.Trying to lift her spirits I started to dance; even my most serious dancing could make anyone laugh.Then I tried to get her to dance with me.After much persuasion I dragged her to me and she danced, like an undead queen, with me.

Music is a gift,
A gift to the senses
Delivered by the hands of wisdom
Cradling new-born art.

To suit her mood I changed the music so we could dance slow.She fell into my arms, making my beating chest her pillow.Still not a word, not a smile.The harmonies of soft violins reached their peak, crashing cymbals and triumphant trumpets reached an ecstasy, still no movement...where is her emotion? Suddenly, cold steel thrust into her tired stomach I pulled her away from me as lifeless as when she fell into me.But now her sleeping mouth drooled free-flowing blood.Her beautiful eyes winked no more.As I lay her head gently down on the floor and let her go, I saw my hands were covered by her blood.And this...this was the blood that appeased divinity-the only thing that appeases divinity-just like the fresh blood of Jesus appeased God.For it is only blood of perfection that can save us the way the flagelated blood of Christ saved mankind.She was as perfect as He was, pure and full of love until like He, she was overthrown by the machinations of the world she lived in.

Now she is a martyr
Sweet martyr
I am your Pilate
I am your Judas.

On her chariot now, she will thank me and she will be by my side forever.She will be there to comfort me, to hear my prayers and grant them.The chains that shackled her through life have given me an Eternal Partner.She can be free now more than she could ever be on the payroll.