Neon Tides Through the Night

Blurry ride home. Windows down to the cold and the glow. You trace my

name in the fog of the glass then let it go.

All the small things flicker on your face. If I reach

out, do we fade or stay? Neon tides pulling us higher,

higher. In your eyes every doubt's on fire. Let it rise,

let the dark get lighter. Neon tides carry us through the night.

Quiet side street. Half-spun plans and you're crossing your feet.

You say, "Don't speak", but your shoulder leans closer to me.