City of stars,
humming your lavender lullaby
through cracked neon and taxi sighs;
I chase your silver thread
past boarded jazz bars,
let it tangle round my sleepy heart.
Moonlight pools in potholed streets,
whispers maybe, maybe—
a duet of footsteps and distant horns.
Hold this fragile tune
like loose change for the ferryman,
hum it back to the smog-lit dawn
before we forget how dreaming goes.