In the silence of an owl
a night dreams
as we gather our shadows
going further than we have ever been
Every step a virgin footfall
and around us
a tempest slowly rising
Hands reaching for hands
to hold on to
while thumbs explore lifelines
Words pushed away
to let balmy breaths in
to etch tumultuous tendrils
within fathomless hollows
The storm rages unabated
till the night lets go of her secrets
till glistening beads dot the canopy
till the rising smoke declares a forest fire
till twin sighs escape the spent covers
©Reena Prasad