Curtains swayed in fragile sleep
City sank in dreaming deep
One lone window glimmered soft
Golden hum from high aloft
Maybe someone washed a cup
Maybe sorrow stirred them up
Maybe peace arrived too late
Maybe hope knocked at their gate
Neither lonely nor in crowd
Life beat gentle unallowed
Quiet glow meant “I remain ”
Night could not erase the pain
See that window small and bright
Bless the stranger in their night
Cities breathe through souls awake—
Light appears for hearts that ache