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Title: Forever Changed
Author: Ennix Sun (Ennixsun@hotmail.com)
Summary: A poem written after Infinite Poss. Pt2. Aeryn's POV.
Spoilers (if there are any) anything up to there.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, situations mentioned,
just the poem.
This is my first Farscape poem and is probably rubbish. Not really
a poet, however it just sort of fell out of my pen one afternoon.
Feedback would be much appreciated.
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Forever Changed
Before my life was empty,
Before my eyes were blind.
A book of empty pages
No feelings there inscribed.
Emotions were a mystery.
A treasure buried deep.
My heart (if indeed I had
one)
Was stone.
But I did not weep.
Tears and such were alien.
Fears were never shown.
Then finally it exposed
itself,
You tore me from my home.
I loathed you in my fury
With a passion of burning
ice
I blamed you for the flying
Of my simple military life.
And then one day my strength
it failed,
My body refused to stand.
You found me there in forced
defeat,
And you reached out your
hand.
And from that touch, that
finger kiss
There sparked a tiny flame.
A veil was lifted from my
eyes
I'd never be the same.
Did you feel it too I wondered?
As you searched for planets
far.
Each day became a struggle
But your smile did not mar.
As a teacher to a student,
You taught me how to feel.
The flame became a fire
As my heart began to yield.
Then finally it happened
Whilst in peril once again
You told me death was imminent
I nodded, resigned, and
then....
Eyes close
Breathing shallow.
Cheeks brush warm and soft.
I steal a glance.
And I know.
A moment.
Lips meet.
An ethereal kiss.
Energy fills the freezing
air.
Your strong arms enclose
me.
Hold me to you
Making me yours.
I relent.
Two bodies. Two minds in
a microt
One.
Separation.
Both....
Irreversibly contaminated.
The fire spread in earnest.
Lives mingled in the smoke.
Could we survive the trails
we faced?
Neither dared to hope.
Still you were always there
for me,
To hold me tight to care.
And then one day you promised
me.
You'd always be there.
But you broke that fragile
promise,
Not meaning to, but still,
My life was empty once again
The fire had been killed.
And all I have is pages,
In a book of memories.
A window to remind me
Of how it could have been.
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