One light alone was gleaming from the front of the car.

The light some would have called love gleamed in his eyes.

Lights were gleaming from an office building only a block away.

Then he saw with some terror that the light was gleaming through him.

The lights still gleamed as they had an hour before.

Down below him gleamed the tiny lights of the street.

The lights of the nearby town gleamed in the distance.

Then one light gleamed forth, from a room at the top of the tower.

Light from the oil lamp gleamed against the sweat on his arms.

A solitary light, like a star, gleamed in the distance.