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?
Dancing?
Cooking?
Pondering life?
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.
I wonder
What keeps them awake?
What do they see?
And I desire
This rebelliousness
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
Even if,
In reality,
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.
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