A Light Window

I see there, beyond her sweeping arms and her thin, gossamer fingers, many bright lights. Lights that seem to shimmer and twinkle under the glaring sun. Away they move, quick and fast, like bows in the air. They flap their small but flighty wings, heartily and freely in the summer sky. The sparkle fades slowly as the birds fly away from my sight. I squint but I see them no more.