Neon Night

There is a shrill sound in the air But I only hear it on neon nights If it isn’t tinnitus then beware Of the unsettled spirts that fly It’s not just due to the silver season Life and death happen every day We feel hear things for a reason Our bodies and senses anticipate You know how you fuchsia feel When someone stares from behind Eyes devour you like a meal And you’ve sensed it within mind No need to fear your sixth sense It’s good to have such a gift It can be a warning once again Or lead to a unique life shift