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,

were things.

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.