A flicker of neon, a stairway unwinds,
Echoes dissolve into whispers of time.
Emerald lingers in the hush of the air,
Fading to sapphire, dissolving despair.
Soft are the edges where daylight recedes,
Waves in the distance hum low melodies.
Step after step, the silence hums too,
A world in between—green into blue.
Shadows stretch long in the glow overhead,
Memories linger, though softly they shed.
Something is calling, so distant, yet near,
A color in motion, a feeling unclear.
Follow the fading, let midnight ensue,
Let go of the emerald—fall into blue.
