Night city

My night city - spilled box with jewelry on black velvet. A volcano of sleepless magic in the darkest coffee grounds. Alive from the darkness like cosmic stars geysers erupt from light. My spirit is adventurous and Lithuania in the dark distance over the streets - beaded necklaces, over parks, museums, homes, bathed in neon light and a whisper of midnight verses. My night city, the sea is asleep. It's autumn now. It's time to sleep. His cold body sways, forgotten by the summer crowds. I dream awake. I dream of autumn, trembling from your night chill, how your love spring kiss amidst this landed starfall.