light ripples through the window
as the witching hour approaches
street lamps still shine through
curtains and glass meant to protect
it's a soft light now, for now
gently seeping its way in
not disturbing the occupant
deep in their slumber now
they rarely wake at this time
of the night, too deep in dreams
and unconsciousness to rouse now
so the street lamp watches over them
it wishes to keep them company
in the dark, as the dark wishes
to keep them company too
so they both watch and protect the
exhausted resident, keeping them
safe throughout the night
