Neon Ghosts

A fingertip meets cool glass

Tracing past the raindrops pass

Streetlights blur to amber gold

Painting stories not yet told

Neon halos bend the night

Steaming breath dissolves the light

City hums in distant tones

Telling stories yet unknown

Hold the night like liquid silver

Quiet river, slow and clever

All the windows keep their faces

Fragments drift through empty places

As if the skyline learns to dream

And lets the glass reflect the scene

Footsteps echo under eaves

Umbrellas bloom like blackened leaves

Shopfronts glow with midnight stock

A clock that ticks but won't unlock

Rain scripts letters on the panes

Foreign maps of ghostly lanes

A tram bell stitches through the hush

A postcard sky, a tungsten blush

Hold the night like liquid silver

Quiet river, slow and clever

All the windows keep their faces

Fragments drift through empty places

As if the skyline learns to dream

And lets the glass reflect the scene

Puddles keep the moon in pieces

Neon drips in slow releases

Steam rises from the sewer throat

A skyline breathing slow remote

A cycle spell, a shuttered door

paper folds, the rumors soar

Alley mirrors catch stray light

Kaleidoscope of the night

Wind recites the city's lines

Closet rooms keep other times

Windows like eyes, tired and wide

Watching comets in the tide

Hold the night like liquid silver

Quiet rivers, slow and clever

All the windows keep their faces

Fragments drift through empty places

As if the skyline learns to dream

And lets the glass reflect the scene

A fingertip goes wandering past

Tracing where the raindrops last

Streetlights fold back into code

Night dissolves the map's