the obscurity of life kept me absently in an unwanted profound melancholy ∙ your moods, into the harvest moon,  acceded to sail through me, serially, (title by title), (edition by edition), (one by one), intensely murmuring inquiringly, (at what hour do you rise to take me with you in your dreams‽) ∙ in a flash, — (too timid and nonplussed), my joy imagined itself we'll fly too high, and till we'll reach the soil, it will not be quite enough time to tell you to tell me... ∙ (i love you)............................................ ............................................(i love you)