Dark night,
no moon and not a star in sight .
Only the lights,
the faint blurs.
The cars,
What journey they take,
To work,
to home,
or some other well-known
place.
These blues and whites
and some frequent
yellows,
Make up the life of the streets,
Like stars within crowded galaxies,
Only more and more within the proximity,
Much like the cities and the people who
live within them.
