My soul migrates to a land near your heart. The past, present, and future can not reach us there. What is weaved into my heart bonds my heart to yours. The mysteries of the artist that fashions us together remains a mystery. I delight in His creation. The passion and ecstasy my soul has been lost in can not compare to the human senses. I grow in Spirit and find courage to endure what paralyzes my heart. I embrace loves mysteries and in death I hope to find rest in you.