Neon Bloom in a Glass Vase

In midnight blue, a glass vase holds pure fire, Soft petals breathe where neon threads aspire. Pink sparks and cyan dew in silence gleam, And turn the room into a waking dream. Each stem is drawn like music in the air, It lifts bright seeds of light with tender care. The flowers hum, translucent, warm, and near, A quiet storm that makes the dark sincere.