A painting in the darkness

The rooftops, my rooftops have
An Edward Hopper loneliness.
No one lives on a roof, that's an
Of course, so, of course it is a
Lonely landscape. Unpopulated.
We look out upon many signs of
Life. Glimmering lights shine in
High-rise windows. Apartment
Buildings encircle the rooftops
At a not-too distant length. It's 
Near enough to feel as if they
Are the buffer protecting the 
Unoccupied expanse of roof
And shining a warmth, like a
Friendship and a signal of a
Solidarity brightening a dim
Dark night. They stand guard
Over the rooftops, my rooftops