City lights, a neon lullaby to the restless,
Sketching dreams on the canvas of the night.
Each glowing bulb, a promise, a quest,
In the dark, they're the architects of sight.
These luminescent veins pulse with stories,
Of lovers meeting in their secretive glow.
Skyscrapers tower with their illuminated glories,
Guiding the lost, the lonely, as they go.
In this nocturnal garden of flickering lights,
Hope dances on the edge of shadows, unseen.
Here, in the quiet before the morning brights,
Lies a world, half-asleep, between.