The crescent moon, a star and chasing cars

Tonight I watch from the terrace the city below and for a while the city stood still and I waited for the stillness to break and there they go a reflection of my dim little soul , but never mind that for the little star up in the sky twinkles with great joy bedside the crescent moon as my mind pierced the envelope through the little star and chases the car below. Chasing cars ...... the question do they run and not return the love they stole some evening ,some litted street somewhere.