Lightshafts....

































































Outside the Window

Light spills over concrete canyons,
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.

Dennis Lambert