Author: M (Starbuk42@aol.com)
Rating: G
Category: V
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Mulder and the sea. (Scully, First Person)
Archive: Gossamer, yes. Anywhere else, ask me first. I'll let you.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Thanks: To Suzanne Schramm for her constant encouragement and assistance. Thanks so much, Sue.
Notes: Don't worry, it's not like 'The Old Man and the Sea,' despite how the summary sounds.
My website: http://members.aol.com/Starbuk42/
Enjoy!
The Sea by M
The waves roll back with an untouched gentleness that has the ability to soothe the rage that settles deep within.
The sound of the water crashing against the shore calls you, pulls you.
Unbidden calmness flows through the salty air and masks the tension that is felt.
The sky is gray -- dull and drab, yet the sea is alive.
You look at me now, so intensely, so passionately that I wonder if you are somehow inside me, collecting my thoughts, seeing my dreams.
So enthralling is the quiet depth in your gaze that I wonder if I might one day be drawn in by it, that I might forget and become lost in the soft green of your eyes.
But then I shake my head and realize that you are merely memorizing my face and the emotions I display to you, looking for something more, something I might be hiding, although you know you probably won't find it.
The completeness in your observation never fails to amaze me.
And I sometimes find a smile creeping across my face as I watch you.
So often you are restless and unyielding, but you become for just that one moment poised and passive as your eyes reflect the tranquillity of the lapping waters.
So calm and peaceful in their simplicity, yet alive and knowing in their brilliance.
Like the waves.
Did I ever tell you I love the sea?
Weariness settled upon your features so long ago that you cannot escape it, but the brightness in your eyes never faded.
The sand and the sky become gray and bleak, but the brilliance and determination of the waters is never lost.
You struggle for abandon, for a truth that will bring you ease.
I wish you wouldn't torture yourself in your search. I wish you would allow time for your wounds to heal.
Those words emerge from my lips and spark an ardent storm.
You are lashing out -- not at me, but at those who brought you pain.
The raging waters battle as the conflicting emotions within you rise.
But they fall slowly as you realize my true intentions, and calmness surrounds.
Our fight is not futile; it merely requires patience and strength -- things that must be allowed to return.
A slight smile plays across your lips, and again your eyes become tender in their quietness.
I watch the waves roll back once more as a gentle radiance settles upon our souls.
There is hope.
As long as the sea is alive.
The End