Out of a sun-drenched scene

From the celluloid closet of dreams

She unlatches the door

Her smile naturally opens

The sun hits her eyes

Reflects back the recognition of

Love regaining its footing

I am transported back

My measure of time

Elastic in its memory

Fathoms us as one before this moment

For an instant her gaze is alone

Then eyes lock

And restore an urgent togetherness

Noticed by both

Not as transient but brilliant

In its holding the part in each left unfulfilled

To see for the first time a new promise

An unspoken promise

Felt in the intuition of soft tones

Transmitted by the heart

The door closes

A cat scurries

We embrace

After the long glance has settled

The unspoken takes root

And  breathes

Each time our eyes meet.