The lights are on inside.
The soft glow of family pageantry
Escapes through lacy curtains
And flutters to my feet.
The sound and smell of life,
Of love and belonging,
Of security.
My eyes interrupt their privacy -
My heart listens.
But they don't know,
I've caught them unaware . . .
Walking down this dark asphalt path.
A hidden spectator
A connoisseur
Of life's possible scenarios,
As seen through
The lit window to
Your world.
