The Sonder

The lights on the highway flame; burning carriages ferrying souls back and forth across the tar through the darkness.

Shadows slide across the roof, slide towards me as the city's bastions keep watch over her nest.
Neon in the night winks and beckons as the wind and the wheels sigh together.

Red eyes in the distance bed farewell, they are going home.
Yellow fangs bare down on the road, carving their path through the heavy air and on toward new adventures.
The ebb and flow will not case, pumping the blood through the city's veins.

The line where land and sky collide is picked out by pinpricks and stars, etched into the never ending by the new.
The hills have eyes tonight, burning through my thoughts, reflecting fears and failures through tired windows.

I watch the sonder march below, consumed and consuming.
I hear the waves beak onto the glass.
Music seeps under the door and the sweetness pours into my ears.