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