In the heart of night, city lights pulse,
A neon symphony, silent and profound.
They sketch dreams on the concrete canvas,
Stories untold, in luminescent bound.
Each light, a beacon for the weary,
A guide through the labyrinth of streets.
In their glow, the world seems less scary,
A temporary reprieve from life's feats.
These lights, they whisper of hope and despair,
Of love found in shadows, of losses mourned.
In their flicker, the city shares,
Its soul, eternally reborn.