We were sparks in the static,
midnight kids with glass-bone wings,
spray-painting galaxies on parking-lot tar,
laughing like time was a rumor.
Every heartbeat a fuse,
we drank the sky’s electric blue,
let the sunrise chase our shadows
through alleyways of forever.
Still those echoes burn neon—
youth in our veins, immortal and loud,
a song the years can’t fade,
a name the stars still shout.