Outside The Window
Light spills over concrete canyons,
by Dennis Lambert
Rising vapors illuminate and dance,
A thousand gems of gutter-glass glisten,
And an open hydrant harbors rainbows
Through which children leap and laugh..
From this window, light cascades
And takes you, reclining,
Regarding me with blue eyes.
“Come to the window, I say,
“The light is magic.” And you smile,
Knowing I have walked alone
In the dark of this cold city.
“The light is magic, ” I tell you.
And you smile, knowing
It is love that has touched my eyes.