I will send you letters of love when I can from this place that feels so strange. Look, feel, and listen for my letters that I will place in your heart pocket.
~Deerheart
As you lay dying,
I witness your embrace. Words allude my lips the moment that awe pierces my soul.
How can it be that as you lay dying, I only feel life?
You are not speaking—yet I hear a thousand verses.
You are not moving—yet I feel your touch.
You are not here—yet I see you for the first time.
Death arouses life; life infects sickness
What is this lyric interlude of being?
This place of love’s breath elopes one’s darkness.
I find tears of awe streaming down my cheeks. How can your death bring so much love and life to my soul? You feel more alive today than I ever have known. There are no words to mute your essence. I feel you in my heart more than ever. My heart beats fast. My breath escapes—
I feel dreadful sadness as you leave me alone. Will you be gone forever? I never wish this feeling of sacred intimacy to escape. I feel closer to you than to another soul. When you leave, will you take me with you? I have known no greater love than this moment. A love, I pray that has not bounds, no body, no end—
As your weary body dies, your life lives in your death. You live and die today in my heart. I will look for your essence—
Thence, you will live within death,
~Deerheart
Look deep inside of your heart pocket.
It is not distance that separates us—it is the mind and heart.
Feel my love—
Hear my whispers—
See my heart.
~Deerheart
