The Smile

Each time the golden fingers of light stream in,

My mind wanders back to that time.

The corners of his lips curled up in a smile,

His eyes beaming with glee looking at me,

He shifts his gaze, beckoning me to follow,

I see what he sees.

Rays spilling in through the glass,

Painting the walls with gold,

Sun beams dancing on the floor.

Now the corners of my lips curled up in a smile,

And I looked back at him to commend what caught his eye,

But my heart skipped a beat,

As I looked at him looking at me.