A Drop of Sun

Two kids underneath the black starry sky, waiting

for the magic stars to see them

A drop of sun falling like a sparkly gem

waiting to ask why a wish should come true

The kids used to hunt at night

Their hopeful eyes blinded by the torches

Innocent eyes that couldn’t see my black skin

could they see Beethoven or Anne, I asked

They said they cherish painting the seven colours

Could they know vantablack was presence of all?

That underneath my skin the seven shined

When the black was ripped in millions

They saw the Galaxy, the Stars and the Moon

before a monster knitted my broken skin together

I fought and I ripped before asking

Will my light ever shine complete?