Classic Poem

She called me the man of sands
I called her the lady of green
We met in my twilight days
Called to each other like happy children
Shyly we got acquainted
Each of us feeling, with wonder,
The color of the other
And exchanged our names.

Then we parted
Don't ask me what happens to things when they break
Or to echoes when they fall
in a silent vacuum!

But I recall that once upon an evening
We dodged the scythe of Death's reaper
Cheated Time's cock-crow
And etched on the wall of the night
An image of our two shadows, blended our colors
On the border of a rumpled pillow
Then subsided
Into an armchair.

And here you see me contemplating this image,
drinking to it in my solitude
So pour a glass of wine to this image, please.

This is the gist of the story.