Neon

Sleep has fled on crow's feet –
blurring entropy – night rains

in shimmers. The lights sway
as sky migrates – liquid curtains –

there is only beauty to be seen
within invisible heat – mercurial

surge in frosty air. Stars melt –
his dreams tread on waning reality.

All he will ever be able to collect:
talismans – pellets of hail trapped

in empty wishes. Twilight merges
into falling roofs – hour draped –

he waits by flickering shadows,
their lips moving close to his ears.