Guiding Lights

The title says most of it...

Guiding lights

This world has always suited me ill.
  But there are Resonances of my soul in this existence:
the cool, Pure smell of rain and damp soil;
the Endless black behind the stars;
wind that Gently brushes the face;
the Sighing shade of wild trees;
  Echoes of arcane whispers off vaulted stone;
and your Voice.

Velvet darkness, warmth, and dreams.
A presence felt even through silence. A quiet
who's Tone you have always known.
In the slightest breath a thousand Words.