Born !Before 2ist of July

And then there was a knock.
On the door .On the heart .
With an effort of will he got up,
peeped out ......uncertain .
It was a shadow .....
and not a pale one,
not of a former self,
but, resplendent,
a streak from remembered rainbows.
Those smiling eyes,
that  quirk of an eyebrow,
a question in the way she stood.....
He stepped aside,
allowed her in .....silent..
An answer in his teardrop.....