His shadow stretches away
Impatiently from him, as
He stood silently facing the
Setting sun on his balcony…
Observing the strange play
Of diminishing Light
And emerging long shadows,
Occupied in the emphasis
Of evolving new sentiments
Her shadow wavered on the
Solid wall, as the candle flame
Swayed by her turbulent breathing,
She sat tentatively sculpting
His contours in the melted wax
Collecting on the panel,
Creating an obscure imagery of
Her uncertain conclusions
Towards his growing acquaintance
After a long commotion
They retire to rest
Their engrossed minds,
Putting off the probing light
In the collective darkness
Of their remote quarters
Their shadows break out
In secret, to become one
Under the blanket of night…
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shadows-85/
