Neon Blossom Tree of Midnight Waters

A neon tree ignites the midnight tide, Its sapphire veins in silent currents glide. Pink lantern-blooms unfold in velvet air, And falling petals shimmer everywhere. The dark is soft; it listens, holds its breath, As ripples write bright vows against the depth. I stand where dream and water intertwine, And drink the hush of light that feels like mine.