Neon

The street has no end, like this night sky.

You're floating on your own reflection. The soaked cement is a mirror.

Your face is shining. It blinks: fuchsia and black.

I don't want to walk towards you, because I'm afraid you're a picture made of fog and rain drops.

But I see your eyes. They trap the light like neon stars.



There you are
Hidden in the shining