Neon Echoes

The city whispers in static tones,
a digital lullaby that hums
beneath the surface of anonymity,
reverberating through the alleys
littered with yesterday's dreams.
Soft Glimmer

I walk these streets, a specter,
trailing vestiges of light—
flickering memories of a past
that never was, yet remains
in the warmth of neon echoes.

Do you remember the blurs,
the kaleidoscope of moments
that slip and slide
between the now and the when?
Whispers

Beneath the glow, my thoughts
unfurl like banners
in a foreign land,
each syllable a beacon, a home,
a reluctant embrace of solitude.
Silent Truth

Beyond the horizon of flickering signs,
lies the echo of my dreams,
waiting patiently in the quiet
for a footfall to awaken
the colors of morning.