lights are so

eerily beautiful

early morning

after a rain

–

serene

haloed against the

smoke and cobalt

of a cloudy sky

just before the sun

burns it away

–

how they float

with phantasmal grace

against the ink of black

pen stroke forestry

–

writhing on the pavements

in halogen ecstasy

quick silver tracing

past the dead pool of

divots and ruts

brimming with acid rain

–

how i long to sit

splayed beneath the alien beams

a sentience i can behold

yet never truly

understand

–

drink it in

til the sun purges the night

and extinguishes

all other light

–

the sun suffers

no pretenders