Reminiscence

I close my eyes 
and as before, 
it was as if 
you never left 
this place, 
this sanctuary 
where 
our dreams 
were 
so tightly bound 
and 
leisurely melted 
into each other, 
inside 
our veiled euphoria, 
beyond infinite depths 
of serenity 
while 
the moon hung low 
and it's gentle sight 
spoke to us, 
sharing unspoken promises 
surrounding our souls, 
while we soared 
to heights, 
unimagined 
and 
as before 
I felt 
your Tuscany hands 
upon 
my heaving chest, 
convinced I was again 
that indeed 
anything was possible 
and yet, 
I knew 
my eyes 
were not to be trusted. 
for they remained 
behind, 
the mirrored doorway 
beside 
our shattered past...

The Visitor