By the moonlight

The wet
shadows
of the trees,
swaying in the light
breeze,
forming a netted
pattern on the
road in the
pale moonlight-
I notice
them more,
when walking
alone,
for you always
liked these shadows
as if shimmering
like the surface of a
water body.
With you,
now,
I am
each day
more closer
to
what I've been
to  myself
in my dreams.