At Night

[Alexearth]

I stare throughout the window,
without a word nor a move,
at the numerous tower lights,
white, orange and blue,
offices or homes, I’ll never know,
a depiction of modern solitude.
But the flicker of these lights shows signs of life,
secret worlds, strange, and jittery too
and as small and powerless I am
facing the imminence of all happenings
like a voyeur I wonder,
I envy these lives I am casually drawn to
and how blissfully lone I feel
facing the grandeur of my surroundings
in the dark comfortable night
where the silent treat leaves all dreams wandering
and takes me somewhere new.