vivid memories
the city blinks drowsily,
and between the soft hours of
witching hour and early sun,
bleary eyes close in exhaustion,
as the city sleeps.
streets slowly relax,
no longer under the constant
footfall of purposeful lives.
the lights dim.
glowing moonrays highlighting
skyscrapers with sharp edges.
just a few hours earlier,
the roads were packed.
shoulder to shoulder,
someone’s exhale another’s inhale.
vivid colours streaked across
buildings, both old and new.
pulsing crystal clear animations.
every structure sprang to life,
with sweeping landscapes of
tropical rainforests,
grazing meadows,
aquamarine islands.
abstract swirls,
hallucinogenic colours.
the entire district
turned into an art gallery.
brick walls become canvases.
for a span of weeks,
there is so much to marvel at.
an explosion of hues,
each more intricate than the other.
i think to myself,
a lifetime would fall short.
hypnotic rays of light
move across the starlit sky,
and for a brief moment,
i play tic tac toe on a cosmic scale.
it is almost as though
the city has an alter ego,
transforming at the first sign of dusk.
but as the last lights fade,
stragglers make their way
into warm beds as the
cold breath of frost
kisses windows goodnight.
and for another day,
the city lies quiet,
waiting to begin again.