The Edge of Night

The Edge of Night

By Jeffrey Kwesiga 

17/01/2012

Your mind is up and your thoughts are racing,

So much more you still have left to do,

You body lies tense, adamant, and bracing,

Breathe a desperate sigh for the reality you hold onto.

Letting your body sink to earth, you lose the sheets,

Your eyes glaze over as you venture worlds away.

The universe fills your mind with stunning ease.

The cotton fades to cloud and the roof melts away.

Your ears fill with the electric music of the night,

For a brief moment you are man and god,

Your garments of reality are defiantly shod.

Feeling the manic rhythm of the night,

Your liberated soul is set alight,

As restless fantasies grow wing and take flight.

In a place where no one can follow,

You have become the overlord,

Beginning and end of all you see.

The epitome of all you could ever wish to be.

You live a thousand lifetimes in the space of one,

You are traitor, and martyr in the flash of a day,

Bending will and world to your sacred way.

Your creation and destruction are rivalled by none.

Slowly you feel your power slip as humanity shackles its slave,

Waking you up to realize you are but froth on a wave.

Reminded in this world that once again,

The kingdom you saw was not your reign,

It was a world meant for the force that made the wave,

A force that whispered your birth and hummed your grave.