The Stranger

Late is the hour, a serene night of reading inside
Jump to my feet, a witness to a movement of surprise
Slowly transcending my room of three candles lit
A fateful glance out my window, didn't well sit

Standing still, and as if gazing through time
I witnessed a man staring, staring inside
Startled, but curious, and with a blink of the eye
He rang out to me "Lock the doors, did I"

"Lock the doors, did I", understand I did try 
First, am I dreaming, if not, what is this, why
Dream not I am certain, so I asked with a sigh
He rang back once again "Lock the doors, did I"

From the window I ran, off to the shadows to hide
Hide I did well, as I left the stranger behind
Back in the comfort of my chair, thoughts try to gather
Will the stranger be back, I'd bet against never

"Lock the doors did I", I should check them once more
For earlier this evening, double checked I made sure
Up from my chair, and down the halls I do walk
Out to settle this mystery, once and for all

Counting my steps, from library to each door
With each step I take, the anxiety fades more
Witnessing now, that each door locked tight
Puzzled, that's me, during the middle of this night

"Lock the doors did I", that's what I had done
Was the stranger from my window, really not one
Thinking back now, my mind running free
The deviance from earlier was inside of me