Someone threw a stone
at the almighty darkness.
A chord was struck
and they coloured it blue.
Sky-blue, eye-blue,
blue as capillaries
through a pallid breast.
Night covered our eyes,
except this single spark,
a loosened stitch in nightlife’s finery.
A bee in a sea of black honey.
A flawed perfection.
What the lovelorn wish upon
when their gods won’t answer.