Neon Lantern Boulevard

Between two neon walls the lanterns breathe light, And code like fireflies drifts into the night. Two silhouettes walk on a ribbon of glow, Where windows hum softly with magenta snow. The street is a circuit, a pulse made of beams, It maps out the city with luminous dreams. Their footsteps dissolve in a bright, rising tide, As midnight turns tender, and futures collide.