Lit Windows

Walking through the town in early darkness

when nothing is yet asleep,

the geometry of shadows takes sway,

twilight measures are in place

over buildings that loom or grow

or are somehow not what they were

in daylight.

Sometimes the buildings peer back

at you as you trepass past,

and you see lit windows glare,

diamond in dark, where no habitation

was ever guessed at.

Half shaded lights nilluminated

on second floor derelict heights,

unsuspected glints in tumbledown offices,

or a chink of glow lingereing in

condemned offices hidden by day.

Who's to say what strange life persists,

what fever of arcane work goes on,

what scemes, plans, dreams or fever

drives the dark prayer wheel,

the candle heart of the town tonight.