Shadows over Lahore

In the softness of the bed, I lay with the shadow - lifeless, yet full of life. I whisper in her ear, as it moves on top of me. I feel the fullness of her breasts on me, as I get carried away in the feeling. A noise of some kind similar to a call of "Halt". My palms sweat as I hold the shadow's, and then it whispers something in my ear.
I look in her eyes, and I shrink from three dimensions to the just two of the shadows. One with the sheets - two shadows holding hands. On the floor we creep, and to the window - we fly out. Over the trees, over the roof tops, and pigeon cages; over we fly. The soft October wind, the twinkling stars; the silence of night of a sleeping town - the stillness, the shimmering, and over them all, we fly; Floating in the wind, gliding on the waves, holding hands, as one shadow.
We land in this bright place, and suddenly, no shadows anymore. The life springs back, and the mercury bulbs shine on the ceilings. A chill calls out, and runs down my spine, and she holds my hand, and we fly away through the small window with irons bars in it. We fly over this small town, where everyone sleeps. The soft wind caresses my temples, and her breath breaths life in me, and we stay one as shadows.
Until, the cock crows, a caller calls out for daylight, and the sun brims out its beams from the east, and she parts leaving me where I was. Where I have always been.