Neon Lights Poem by Henry Tong

Shifting, falling
raining colors from the sky
wiping tears of disgrace
off from fantastic sight
that endured by days
celebrated by nights,

Darkness loved pretence in
hallucination, innocent
of rememberance, and lights
happened to conspire.

I walk against darkness
beseiged under neon light.
Farther end diminished
where sun would rise,
where scorching heat
would baptize me, where
neon lights extinguish
for vaning sentimentality.