RHYTHM OF TIME

                      

 The street dark with star light falling on any reflective object causing it to sparkle with an attractive beauty that tempt the viewer to dance in the beauty and exploration of the night to enjoy the reflective light that is the case of me

I always stay at my window at night and watch the club of the night where the vigor of the youth, the passion that trench down the skin of the human body, the energy they release, the coldness of the warmness they exhales right from thigh to their lips, and the music in which they dance to that fills the echoes of the night over shallow the silent tunes of the moment that it source its two kilo  meter far from my eyesight, a night were youngster meet every night to wash off the activities of the day, were hard work become leisure, were status is irrelevant, were boys and girls are well open in the warmness of themselves that capture my attention and trick my heart to the lust of these desire, most night I stay awake just to watch and admire such a lustful lust that fill the desire of my agony and desperation that kept losing in me as I watch and desire to be in their midst and them being me.

I could remember most times my mom had earlier talk to me to stay away from my window at night to avoid looking at such event  while my Dad do say that the night club was a disappoint to the future but with my eyes locked in and mind caged in, I couldn’t stay a day without praying for a chance to be there, to be invited inside cumulating to the number of sleepless night I do say awake pondering on how to be at the nightclub and not staying close my window staring at it and continually wishing, dying to swing, dance flow to the tune of it

I finally got an answer when a friend across street invited me to accompany her to the club at night, same time I used to watch the club from my window at night, she helped me planned on how I will sneak out at night which she will be smart part it where I play along.

Well swap to late night were the plan was executed, were the walk to the entrance to club was like entering into a light of glory, a door of paradise. Couldn’t stop there I found myself inside were I only imagine, a world that live only in my thinking coming to exposure of my eyes, my body, to the fulfill of my dream and wishes, to a new episode, seeing the live, the girls, the boys , the assorted drinks, and lots more I write, adding with the soulful music hits that lift my mind from burden of time, that lets loose of every joint of my body, as I sluggishly,  adventurously find myself whine a bit drunk enter a room where the par tiers stripped me off naked against my wish sexually abuse by unknown personalities well I could I was a bit strong or they were almost through enjoying their rounds on me as I successfully rush out of their grip stark naked find myself in a room were my spirit almost left my body, I felt all the hair of my body stood straight as I saw an activity that was very shocking to my wildest belief or imagination as everywhere in the room was feel with fetish things and people in the performing activities that is completely demonic strange, with the shivering that pass through my bone, and the fright that dislodge the bones,

I didn’t know how I found myself at the back exit of the club to the street, down to the entrance of my now safe abode my house as I quickly learn how to be a mastermind of stealth plan of sneaking into my house 

so as I not wake my parents or rise an alarm, I in my stark naked body successfully stealthy made it to my room rush to the window were I stood each night watching and enjoy the thoughtful dreams  of exposing my body to the sound of the soul shut down the window also shutting off the air that comes through that particular window as I quickly pace myself to my waiting bed helped myself drawing up the bed sheet which I use to cover the opposite of exposing my body to the sound of the soul. Shivering inside the bed sheet my thought swim through a painful lesson wishing I had listen to my parents. 

It never occurred to me even if there was stars that sparkle the night there were evil that were operated at that time  such as thieves and the rest alike, shortsighted couldn’t let me see beyond the reflective surface of the object that reflected the beauty light of the hour.