They took him when he was only five years old.
“You will be a bright light for others,” they told him,
stealing him out of his loft bed from his family’s homestead.
He just stared at them in awe, a weird boy with three-coloured
eyes and a soft voice.
They told him wonders and magic beyond
imagination as he marveled at their vast power and cruel beauty,
learning everything they had to offer, devouring every tome of
knowledge until there was nothing left for him to learn. So they
cast him back, cast him back, like a stone, seeing if he would make
the fall, or break like all the others they had taken before him.
He plumetted to the ground, crashing and shattering into thousands
of pieces and they watched and smiled. Cold smiles without neither
joy nor compassion until they turned away their gazes from this mortal
coil and retreated forever into the realm of fiction.
What had escaped their attention was, that a single piece of the boy’s soul
had survived and it was slowly growing, blinking, feeding on the love
of strangers who saw the reflection of a child in a well, a mirror
or a window while shopping. Bit by bit, piece by piece, he was mending
himself and once he had accomplished this amazing feat, he simply stood in
silence, a grown man with the soul of a child.
Looking back into the future he chose
that from this day on he would be wandering the Earth, breeding butterflies in his
wake for others to see and remember about true beauty. And if you look really
closely today you might see the face of a young man, smiling wide in
the bright sparkle of their dusty flight.
© Matthias Geh, 15th July 2018