My Front Window

In the wonder of the sky
A stranger wandered by
In the clouds and mist
Something I long have missed.
The color of the sky beyond
The clouds and wintery shrouds
Of icicles on the edge of
My roof through my front window.
At a table she sat with me
Not only me but all to see,
Yet did anyone else notice her
Smiling there with curly hair
And a radiance that lit my lantern
Of love forever and at every turn
She is and will remain in my dreams
As I hear her voice in the streams
And see her in the leaves on the
Tree growing outside my front window
As in the evening shadows she disappeared
Letting me think it was all just a dream.