In this darkness there is always light, in the shadow, some filtered moon, the edge of morning returning. This evening, this deep hollow is but the sweet field of yearning before the dawn, before the sun creeps over the mountain, blazing through the creases of our being. For as the blood courses through us, the heart beats, there is always love. Love in your breathing, your hands opening to the fire. Sleep well. Dream long and remember. Let this waking be the new song, the continued reverie of your soul. When the night is over, you will see again, be again, in love again. With me. With you. Your life. Your love. Your heart.