It can all be said in one word if our hearts share the vocabulary. But even then, it's not to be said -- better if shown -- the nights themselves will tell the meaning.
“Only heart to heart can speak the bliss of mystic knowers; no messenger can tell it, and no missive bear it.”
Perhaps I overwhelm the readers, since these days I write for my own joy. Should I end it? If you, too, haven’t the will to follow, I doubt anyone else does.