City Lights

The city sleeps, a patchwork quilt of dark, But neon whispers, stories in the spark. A million windows, each a silent screen, Reflecting lives, where dreams and woes convene. A lone cab hums, its headlights pierce the night, A symphony of sirens cuts through the quiet. The moon, a pale observer, hangs above, Witness to the secrets, struggles, and love. On rooftops, shadows dance in a ghostly ballet, While lovers whisper, stealing a moment away. Beneath the glow of streetlights, shadows embrace, In the city's heart, finding solace and grace.