The Clumsy City

I wandered on streets of that clumsy city, Like a cloud that hangs below the sky, And sits over the hills, dull and so heavy, Then it breaks into tears silently over the night. The glowing moon stretched through to the dewy grass, The crystals shone, the ghost town streets' lights, My stealthy steps tapped, and maybe echoes of breathe, Amidst a dense thunder of inherent thoughts. Dense masses flew and hugged with a spark, Like shooting stars; bright and quick, And roared; soaring high in the squall, The city was a horror in a dark movie hall. Embracing the marvel is catching smoke on hand, I wish I had wings to fly high and meet them, They scattered, larking far away and beyond, Left still; longing in brainstorm like a lost dog.