By Jeffrey Kwesiga 31 March 2012
You stand as an exile in your own reality, a
darkness encroaching upon the light,
They very heart of darkness that bore the
stars and the beautiful night.
Your estranged beauty leaves them cowering
in fear,
They tell you that you are ugly against all
they hold dear.
They cast you out like sin to sing a
desolate song on a lonely flight.
You fold your dreary wings,
And watch them turn their backs,
The world was meant for beautiful things,
Now turn yourself and fade to black.
You sing your song of joy today, your voice
booming with pride,
An anthem for the love you hold, in the
darkness deep inside.
They greet your gift with shock and horror,
hiding their faces, and covering their ears,
They scream at you with angry tears.
“How dare you sing in our perfect silence
and fill our dreams with fears!”
You fold your dreary wings,
And watch them turn their backs,
The world was meant for beautiful things,
Now turn yourself and fade to black.
Their sickly child
lies dying, the gift they loved the most,
As you approach they feel your presence like
an icy chilling ghost.
She has fought long but the light begins to
dim as the day gets late.
They shun your words of comfort and curse
your face with hate.
Only one face turns to see you looking
tender and mild,
As you are greeted by the unexpected smile
of a dying child.
Her tiny hands reach across the void and
stroke your sullen wings,
Blind since birth she says they are the most
perfect of things.
Looking up she sees a face for the very
first time,
And tells you how yours was always the most
sublime.
Shocked and surprised you wonder what she
must mean.
How can you compare when mine is the only
face you have ever seen?
She answers, “When I could not see with my
eyes I saw with my heart,
Your words were the only words of comfort right
from the start”.
I appreciated everything and hated that we
were apart.
Smiling you tell her, “I am sorry my dear
but once again we must part,
But do not worry, our friendship is just at
its start”.
You guide her back across the void and into
the light.
Her blind eyes open as they wail and curse
the night.
They hold her tight vowing never to let go,
Your face cradles a smile as the dawn begins
to grow.
You fold your dreary wings,
And watch them turn their backs,
The world was meant for beautiful things,
Now turn yourself and fade to black.
