sikka penumbrae

we walked the river at dusk

shallow shadows slipping

slightly slanted

trees send their alter egos

searching

moon shadows dripping

water talks

whispering wet wishes

in the dark

we walk in mystery

moonlit moss glowing

throwing green ghosts

everywhere

amid a hundred heavy footsteps

and the beating of a thousand wild hearts

a million burning eyes on the prowl

we find our peace

in the dusk filled river

and wash in it

cool

clear

clean

we walk till morning light

emerging from the shadow

reluctant but translucent

and live longer than the day