Waiting To Be Heard

in quiet hours of urban sprawl,
the city breathes a deep lullaby
that spins tales of dreams
and neon memories-
inviting wanderers
to taste the night's magic.

beneath a sky of blue and indigo,
murmur of energies,
echo of conversations
converge in a wordless symphony-
avenues hum with stories
waiting to be heard.

as midnight rain persists,
heartbeat and street pulse
sync in the hush,
the rush recedes,
hope glimmers
in our shared silence.