Neon Lights on Spanish Nights

Amber glows on the verges of roads.

A silent buzz of dulled lights and electricity

The anticipation of life sprung from nothing

A feeling of something

Yet to happen in a strange paradox of peace

A third view feeling where nothing and everything touches you.

Walking, absorbing, and the reeling of a city at night.

The mosquito bite and threat of daylight

A warmth in darkness, snug and safe

The crickets hue and cry

The foxes’ startled eyes

The dustbins lined up on each street corner

The inaudible and full life emanates from houses and homes

On these empty streets, You alone, have freedom to roam

The night dust atoms provides a useful shroud

One's thoughts become so clear and loud, 

I walk these streets, by rote, and sights.

In the comely bask of Neon lights on Spanish Nights.