Neon Lights

Neon Lights The rain crystallizes, Collecting fragments of neon lights, Like shards of beachglass, Hoarded onto the windows, London, " the city that never sleeps ", Poor thing, Kept awake by the incessant sounds of its thousands of inhabitants, Half-dipped in Latte froth, And skinny soy mochas, Ode to a vacant city, Too exhausted, Can you hear the Void calling?