Three months

how short it seems this time which goes endless from that first rendez-vous where i met the Unknown up to now i am seeing you and me in the shades of nothingness the beginning of a funny business, the three selves, there were you, me, our charming hearts in the middle of the spotlight and heads of jealous angels and machiavelic devils around here behind the moon, my troy and me in a new quest overlapping northeast and fishing from the banks of the Seine River pitching to the mouth of the Moselle River, like these soft thoughts which watch themselves closely in the corner of their melancholy eyes tonight on duty as soon as the night sets us free to show evidence of love when its darkness tells about my breed such a lighthouse in the harbour of loneliness once the anchors were missing, come back cherry blum, bloom darling, bloom, i am begging the wind but there is no port listening turn back on time in rest i am losing my mind watch my brains run away when i sleep a shaft of light surround that blessing May.