Silent windows

Ever seen lights
in the night
Little windows
Curtained or otherwise

Spilling lights,
Telling tales
Inocent traitors
of secrets inside

Telling all
Yet holding back
Held back by
Vaguest of ties

Each one lost
In multitudes of lights
Hiding, yet being a beacon
Of another life

Another life
Full of sorrows and lies
Celebrating a happy moment
Or a momentous high

Each one trapped
With losses and gain
or with a dread
of living in vain

Each one oblivious
of other ties
other lights
with other lives

That’s why
I am indebted to the silent windows
of the things they left unsaid
of untold stories indoors

Blissfully ignorant
Greatflul to the lights
of silent windows
Curtained or otherwise