Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Star Trek at all. No characters, no random props, no bits of string. Just the idea for this poem. Also, I don't even mention any character names in this poem, so, really, how am I encroaching on anybody's property? Anyway, read on. : )
Entreaty and Elucidation
That which, with ne'er a warning, does become
as dear to thee as if it were thine own
is seated close at hand since first thee met,
yet, fearfully, he flees when vows are set.
Could this be he, who at thy side did stand
when terror of love's death had won the hand,
who washed thy countenance of pain thereof
and strove to see thee through thy withered love?
Wherefore are eyes, for seeing, weeping closed?
The one thou seek is ever at thy side.
His unresponsive stare, tis' but a pose,
for thee his soul burns bright, alights his eyes.
And though this fire doth still within him burn,
or so thee hope'st, else all thy hope be lost,
when to him thou declare, "For thee I yearn!"
shirks he from love and leaves thee like a ghost.
Have years yet passed on Earth? To thee it seems
but yesterday commanded thou thy crew:
strode through the endless stars, chased tails of dreams.
not meant for thou alone, but dreams for two.
Can he recall thee still, or has the sieve
of memory recanted passion's hold?
Death's door, once more flung open while thee lives,
takes, in one gulp, him that thou love.
Through ancient rites implore antiquity
where Orpheus failed, found thy Euridice.
But is it sooth the one for whom thou cast
thy world aside? His eyes are dark with doubt.
He strides 'cross sacred stone, visage unmasked.
turns he to God, and this to Him does ask,
"Is this all that I am, is there no more?"
"Ye hark!" comes thund'rous voice, amidst the stars.
"There is a secret, long in lover's lore,
which answers that from which thou hast been barred
because thou did deny whom loved ye best.
Forsooth, the cure-all that thou seekst be
the bonding of those souls who, lock to key,
Fate does unite throughout eternity.
Like that which is thine own, shall true love be."
Thus spake a barren God, a loveless waif
whose knowledge, far beyond what man can own,
could not redeem His deadpan heart of stone.
At comprehension, parted souls are one,
til' end of time, past galaxies and suns.
Note: I can't get the tabs to work. The indentations are really important to the whole shape of the poem and the idea and the hidden message within but now you CAN'T SEE IT!!! I'm angry w/ . This is why I never post poetry on here! (Until just now, I suppose.) Why is this so difficult? Tabs?! That's like... kindergarten, ! Jeeze. :End Rant
