Houses of the future

How easily I lose my way
streets from my doorstep,
after midnight when 
each house reveals 
a kind of holy aspect: 

soft lit chambers set 
in deep lawns flanked 
by rows of arching trees, 
and the voluptuous darkness 
where such builds exist.

Abodes snuffed out 
when I walk past; 
as their immaculate
occupants give in 
to sleep, at last.