See How the Light Comes

See how the light comes
in through the transom
and stops to rest on the far
wall by the artificial holly hocks and lilies.

See how it moves slowly
up thowar the second window but never quite meets
there like lovers
separated by war
or illness.

the room, the whole room,
turns a soft yellow
possibly golden, almost white
for a few seconds then the light
goes dark behind tall western mountains.

lovers briefly
no longer touching
did they ever lace their fingers
and brush their lips of light
pure light

the setting sun
the transom windows
the house of light
where I live.