1.
The title is Heine’s: schatten kusse, schatten liebe…
2.
Each of us leans from the shadows of mind into the instant.
3.
I believe it is time to love you.
4.
Stars in the autumn night are indifferent. The crickets last songs are tragic. I write in the margins: “as always” and feel literary.
5.
Too bad its no conceit when I say everything is a waking dream.
S.K.