The Light in the Window
I saw it on my night walk,
when no one was around.
You could see the insides of the houses,
like tiny televisions shows.
A view into someones life,
A glimpse really, as one walks.
I never stared in, but I could see
life taking place inside.
And amongst this life,
Some normal things,
some not so pretty things,
but ever so often,
you see something exquisite.
I could see something lit,
calling my eyes in its direction.
It was a most charming chandelier.
It made feel like something of the past,
yet long for something warm and familiar.
I wished to be the family that dined under it.
I wished to be the maker,
how proud they must have been.