A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
A square of yellow against the blue
A combination pleasing to the eye
And a bit of light to stand out in the dark –
A bit of life in a town asleep.
What could that mysterious stranger be doing
On the other side of that window-glass
So late at night?
Or plotting murder?
They are awake
At a dangerous hour
They are alone in a quiet night
Seeing the world with open eyes
When everyone else’s are closed.
What keeps them awake?
What do they see?
And I desire
This revolution against the dying of the day.
And I want to be in that room
And know that stranger’s purpose
And be a part of this secret they live
They don’t want to be in it themselves.
Do they know?
That whatever they feel,
Whether loneliness or something other,
It is a feeling romanticized and lusted for –
A story unknown
and forever untold.