Like an ethereal dance of light,
Neon weaves its magic in the night.
With vibrant strokes, it paints the air,
A luminous tapestry, beyond compare.
Electric hues, intense and bold,
A beacon of brilliance, stories unfold.
Whispering secrets, they speak of dreams,
Neon's enchanting aura softly gleams.
In bustling cities, it bursts to life,
A pulsating heartbeat, a vibrant strife.
Skyline silhouettes stand tall and proud,
Neon crowns their heads, a glitzy crowd.
Marquee messages catch our eyes,
Luring us in with its vibrant guise.
Theaters and clubs, they come alive,
Neon guides the way, keeping dreams alive.
In neon signs, artistry resides,
An interplay of form, where magic hides.
Curlicues and loops, they playfully twist,
Neon's artistry, a true visual tryst.
Along the highways, it lights the way,
A guiding light, come night or day.
Motels and diners, they beckon us near,
Neon's allure, dispelling all fear.
But as the sun rises and dawn breaks through,
Neon fades away, its moment's adieu.
Yet in our memories, its brilliance stays,
A symphony of light, through endless days.
So let us revel in this neon dream,
Where every corner shines with a vibrant gleam.
For in neon's embrace, we find solace and joy,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a world without alloy.