I feel your touch. I may not have sight but I trust you. I desire that those who can see me, know something about earth’s past. We may have to live out our lifes in mines, since the aliens arrived. They may have blinded us and driven us underground, but our children see… I feel your touch my love. I trust your hands. Go ahead and tattoo all over on my skin. Despite your slightless eyes my love. I crave forests with leaves and colourful blossom. That the children may see and know trees.