(Written on 2025-05-06)

From afar, they rise—
a forest of glass and steel,
rooted in concrete,
branching into stars.

Night clings softly to their shoulders,
and their windows gleam
like scattered lanterns
floating in an empty sky.
Each light, a secret.
Each floor, a world.
Each tower,
a dream a pair of hands dared
to lift into the heavens.

Within,
layers upon layers of lives unfold—
the clink of porcelain, a whispered goodnight,
laughter slipping beneath doorframes.
Their lives, closely intertwined,
bound by dinners, arguments, lullabies,
and the soft weight of shared time.

Behind the walls,
the heart beats along with the silence
a dance meant for no audience,
a gaze held on a shadowed ceiling.
Veiled in unseen routines
and unheard thoughts,
a world known only to one.

On the sidewalk,
close enough to brush shoulders—
yet destined to remain only a flicker
in each other's lives.

Then, slowly
a tide of gold
washes over the steel spires and high glass.
They all awake together,
yet sealed in separate galaxies,
layered in light,
stacked toward the sky.