Neon Blocks, Quiet Steps

In tiled bright towers, the evening learns to glow; Bare branches write their ink on colored stone. Small silhouettes move slow where cool winds blow, And city breath turns soft, a muted tone. Magenta walls and teal keep secrets in light; Gold windows hold the last of warmer day. Along the quiet curb, our thoughts take flight, As grids of dreaming streets dissolve in gray.