Think upon it, an endless plain of green filling the horizon in every direction, and still your voice speaks to me over the steppe. Whisper my love, whisper in my ear. A tender touch upon your heart, and a silent scream in the night yearning for the return. Then I wake, damp in my sheets, realising that the truth has eluded me yet again, gone into the dreamscape, only to be revealed in the velvet touch of sleep. The velvet touch, even the bringing of those words to my lips makes me sad. Velvet touch, below the hairline, forever crafted in the creases that line the route to my soul. How near and yet so far.

Slowly the memory fades, till I'm left with naught but the faint caress of a forgotten sigh. Lost to me now, lost along with the rest and filled with the pain of my deeps. Deeps that go on forever, an endless epiphany of night without the relief the half light. Dark, like the crevasse of your heart.