That noble thing?

The neon
lights in their orange and almost green
almost laid lovely
low in evening brush of snow
suspended
hovering around warm street-
light nebula

oh world so large and brawling
made small now and soft
oh world, yet what secrets you still will hold
like the fire of these green
or orange eyes
slanting and blowing cold comet tails
as if in some unknown
great cosmic wind
and

the silence
silence of the growing night
unbroken as each flake alights

for once
just speak
to me