City of Lights

When I hear the electric hum rattle roll of a trolley train
there’s a rumbling in my soul.
My eye’s look out at the sea of lights,
reds, greens, flashing characters,
struggling to take them in and I’m lost.
This city.
This city, it’s too clean. It’s Porsche’s and Ferrari’s sparkling,
like toy cars taken right out of the package.
Sony, Samsung, HSBC all shine from Hong Kong Island,
leaving pools of color in Victoria Harbor.
The sounds of the sea mix with the chatter of passing crowds
spoken in a dozen tongues.
I look at the red night sky and the drifting clouds,
Is the moon shining on her too?
This city of millions can have more than one dreamer.