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.
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