A lighted window floats through the night
like a piece of paper in the wind.

I want to see into it. I want to climb
through into its lighted room.

As I reach for it it slips through the
trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles
into the air and skitters on through the
night . . .

Russell Edson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lighted-window-2/