(through the eyes of a man)
I wanted to smash them. To rip them apart as they had just ripped me apart. To grab them, control them, show them I had more power. But instead, I did nothing. I watched as if in some twilight movie as all the parts in me where love had lived, were drained from my existence.
In my view no longer my object desire, but had entered in the global savage. The demon of rage that knew my plight and was busy justifying my phantasies of retribution in some process of lost soul recruitment. And there, caught in the middle of the battle between heaven and hell, I faded into my unconscious. Met my own insanity. Let go the hold. Surrendered the plight and in the remnants of who I thought I was, disappeared into the nothingness.
Sunlight has no regard for the trivialities of human error. It impossibly shines, but thank God for that. In hazy colours of a new dawn, the demon had lost all its power. That which it had twisted with both hands, fell back into the consciousness of life. And in that moment of redemption, I saw her face. That of an angel who sparkled even more brightly than the sun.
There within the full alchemy of experience, I had met the savage within. And in that moment of choice, I grabbed back the fire with both hands. My fire. My life. And she smiled because all along she had known. That beasts reside within the mind of every man. But rainbows, well they live eternally within the heart of a boy.